Good buy old friends.
by
Edwin Winrow
Old friends,
new friends,
deepest of true friends,
their presence gone astray.
Where might these men of yesterday’s pass be?
time has separated us all,
me from them and them from me.
Funny how just yesteryear we all stood
face to face
and eye to eye.
Never once, even up to now did any of us.
Ever said goodbye.
new friends,
deepest of true friends,
their presence gone astray.
Where might these men of yesterday’s pass be?
time has separated us all,
me from them and them from me.
Funny how just yesteryear we all stood
face to face
and eye to eye.
Never once, even up to now did any of us.
Ever said goodbye.
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Just missing my old friends and just a thought of how none of us ever said so long as we all parted ways and branched out to live our own lives.
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Poetry.com 4 out of 5 based on 3 votes.
You write a lot about farewells....
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This poem is a great example of how we can get some closure and speak to someone who is no longer with us.
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All of us have experienced this. This has reminded me of my friends and how time has built a solid wall, how we became busy with our own lives, too busy to even call each other. But then I asked myself "Where might these (wo)men of yesterday’s pass be? " and I found the answer "In my heart". I still love them all and they are still a phone call away, only if i make the time to stretch my hand and dial their numbers :) (if numbers r not there we can always contact them in a social networking site cant we :) ) Coming to the structure of the poem I feel more work needs to be done on it.
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