Your Poetry Dot Com - An Ode To Lost Friends

There is no jewel
upon this earth
that are as precious
or as valuable

than the true value
of a true friend
or the rightful worth
of a friendship earned

but in the painting of life
by the brush-stroke of chance
even true friends depart
and truer friendships divide

the colors of life the palette of choices
its hues often shutters the view
leaving one alone divided in census
to walk down the avenues of solitude

in all my tales and all my wanderings
I may never ever find again
those generous delightful seraphin
the gathering of dear dear friends

though we might never cross paths again
I wish you all the best in all of things
perhaps in memories, in dreams, in hopes or in poetry
mayhaps our sundered paths will one day sing.

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