Friends are like leaves
They come and go as the eves-
Flourishing in the spring
And then falling like a broken wing
in the chill of autumn air;
A colored and dead affair
Of a season run its course.
It can be no worse
When winter’s whitened place
With its placid face
Against the stark stand
Of a lover’s cherished tree
Holding arms bare of thee.
There is reason of hope
To endure and cope
Of death’s terrible reign-
To believe is not insane,
As I will always love you just the same;
Can anyone see me; this was our blame...
