Analysis of The Rusted Gate

I watch you slip away each day, as you
stare out beyond the rusted gate, that swings
back and forth from winter winds, that blow
snowflakes in a mindless dance.
Your face is lacking expressions of life I
once knew.
Now all I see is a shell waiting for time
to end this cruel fate you suffer from
within.
I'll remember our talks and the life we had
as friends.
Spring has come again, I fixed that rusted
gate with a new one. It's like life in a way.
We're here and then we're gone. Everything
is replaceable at some point in time.
But the friendship we had will always remain
within my thoughts, like the pages in a book.
I'll remember you always, as being my friend.