LOSING A FRIEND

When I lose a friend ….
I lose a rose, in a great garden.
Thorns and sweet memories,
are what is left behind.
The fragrance of the friendship,
must have grown stale.
I will always endeavor to remember,
the sweet fragrance that once prevailed.
Like a candle that fades into dark ….
I will always remember the flickers of light.
The flickers of light, like stars in the night.
Yes, friends move on .. interests change ….
After all, we are ethereal, forever in flux.
Someday, I hope … we will meet again 🙂
(Hal Brower 08/02/2011)

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