Friends

They come and they go,
Like winter and snow,
Fleeting casts of characters,
In one's life picture show.

But where do they go?

Illuminated present,
Figmentations passed,
Incongruent yesteryear's,
It all moves too fast.

But will it last?

What about tomorrow?
And tomorrow after that?
Will my life have changed so dramatically,
That there's no turning back?

Answer me that?

Life's so unpredictable,
Often bitter in the end,
Treasure every moment,
Every moment's a Godsend.

Remember your friends.

Copyright © May 1980
Kevin Mooney

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