Poem – Those Who Go, Those Who Stay

If time were a day, or a week, or a year,
and friends were the fluid that creates a tear;
Then life for me continues a dream . . .
Bear with me a moment, here’s what I mean.

I’ve lost a few throughout my life,
Some ’cause natural, others ’cause strife;
And through it all some things remain . . .
Life’s really not cruel, it just has some pain.

When we rise each morning, sun shining or not,
Don’t think of who’s gone, but think of who’s not;
And give them respect and warmth and love
to get through their day on the wings of a dove,
Or maybe an eagle, an osprey’s wing . . .
Give them something to make their hearts sing.

You see, our friends, through life’s perils and strains,
are always ours, regardless of pain;
Always seeing the good, forgetting the bad,
that each of us shows whether happy or sad;
Whether times are good or sometimes hard,
they’re there for us, they’ll deal the card
That’s best for us when we’re in need . . .
No questions asked, simply planting the seed.

The end of this piece is nowhere to be found,
’cause just like our lives, it flows ’round and ’round;
New friends will come, and old ones will go,
But the ones we know best continue to show
The need for our presence, the need for our trust . . .
Look around you, my friends, those folks are us.