For my friend, Lean
There's nothing that can compensate
For the random fickleness of fate
We live and breathe without concerning
How it is our lives keep turning
Until one day the turning ends
and suddenly we've lost our friends
So many years of joy and pleasure
No longer there to love and treasure
But fate behaves the same for all
And all must answer that final call
The saving grace is that we had those days
To enjoy that love in so many ways
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
