So many friends disappear
the reason never clear
Was it my broken poetic voice
or simply their cold hard choice
Did I something wrong imply
or did their love of my words merely die
they just turned, and walked away
without even a goodbye to say
Friends are fickle
once raging rivers of praise and love
run down to not even a trickle
a wave, or a last hug
If one true friend you find, anywhere
Thank God, and pray
They won't forget you
Even if they someday, turn and walk away
Will never leave my friend Smoky Hoss, through thick and thin- cause he's so Boss! hehe. Never fear, your forever friend is here. :)
real friends are brothers in spirit, and indeed, hard to find! another good poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. If you get one real friend In a life time your a blessed man. Good Write. May i invite you to read my poem Called boy to a man. Its a true story.