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.
I'll remember our talks and the life we had
as friends.
Spring has come again, fixed that rusted
gate with a new one. It's like life in a way.
We're here and then we are 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 as always being my friend.