Goodbye, my old and constant friend,
You will be with me ‘till the end.
When I conversed with her last time,
We said we’d talk some other time.
At first we spoke almost each day,
But soon we were to fade away
Into our far too distant lives,
And soon saw life from different eyes.
And now we talk but once a year
And when we speak sometimes I fear
That I will say something I ought
Not say, ‘cause of your different lot.
Perhaps we should have said goodbye,
Because our friendship is a lie.
We are not enemies quite yet,
But we aren’t quite as when we met.
Goodbye.
This poem was inspired by Anna. Her essay called "Letters to Goodbyes I" reminded me of a similar situation I have been involved in, and inspired me to write a similar poem of my own.
Comments
I hope it wasn't too much
I hope it wasn't too much like Anna's. I really don't mean to steal her work.
I'm glad that the emotion is clear, because I wasn't certain that it was when I read over it.
See him with his books:
Tree beside the brooks,
Drinking at the root
Till the branch bear fruit.
See him with his pen:
Written line, and then,
Better thought preferred,
Deep from in the Word.
~John Piper
Love this! Especially these
Love this! Especially these two lines:
We are not enemies quite yet,
But we aren’t quite as when we met.
That I really, really loved.
Same as HomeschoolGirl. I
Same as HomeschoolGirl. I don't feel like you've copied me at all--just used me as a springboard, and the result is great.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief
I agree
I agree with HomeschoolGirl and Anna; I loved those two lines. Especially because I have a particularly difficult friendship that I feel is perfectly described by this poem. Beautiful depth!
The most astonishing thing about miracles is that they happen.
-G. K. Chesterton
I like this!
It just perfectly describes some friendships. Were you, um, by any chance, um, looking at my dairy? :)
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
:)
The first thing I thought of when I read the first stanza was, "Anna's poem!". :) This is sad poem and good one too -- it expresses your feelings so that the reader actually sympathizes with you and can almost feel it.
"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson