 | I’ve counted ten “best” friends from twelve years ago…
And I think about each one to this day.
And where they are now, is what I’d like to know,
‘cause they’ve never called me just to say “Hey!”.Why do we all let our friendships grow apart?
One or the other should have never let it die.
Now I’m only down to a few
yet, I never thought that I knew
that they’d fade away, and make me wonder “Now, Why?”
All of them have returned to me at least once…
Even though we had grown apart for some years.
But when their chips were ever down
they always knew I’d be around
like at holidays, when we’d share food and cheers.
I guess it’s just part of a human’s nature…
To think of “friends” when one ends up in need,
I’ve helped some patch up their black eye
while others came to me to cry
I tried hard to be their good friend, indeed.
So who comes to me now when I need the help…
Or someone’s shoulder that I might cry upon?
Well, it surely hasn’t been you
all of my ten ”friends” that I knew
like my REAL friends now; who are Trista and John...
April, 2006
Written by Mark Leyva
Submitted by Mark Leyva |  |
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