poem

Friends

We all lose those we love.
We never realize,
That they were sent from above.
All those little things you’d say,
To brighten up my day.

Then they're gone,
And we have nothing to lean on.
never noticing them,
As we should.
and not always doing our best for them,
As we could.

More often then not I’d just ignore,
Those who I should be fighting for.
I never thought about when you’d be gone,
But now the distance seems so long.

So now that I remember to say,
I hope this brightens up your day.
Now that you've moved on,
I miss you now that you're gone.

- Elizabeth Greenwalt