part 2

Forgone moments and laughter,
I run after,
Only to find,
They’ve been replaced by time.

We don’t meet
Or speak that often,
But in spring time
The flowers still blossom,
The postman still delivers
The letters,
Times keep changing from
Worse to better,
The mud still smells after
It has rained,
The farmer still cultivates
His grain,
The world still spins,
Evil always wins,
Love is never pure,
Greed has no cure,
Nights stand replaced
By dawn,
War still goes on.

But change chose
Us,
No matter how much
I try and revive,
Lost times,
They appear
Ingrained in that
Photo frame,
But you should know
That even though,
Now you belong to my past,
Our friendship will last.
And one day
When you have lost
Your way,
Will you come by
Again?
Dear old friend.