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The Friends (poem)

Updated on May 14, 2015

A tale of a charming lost lady

Whose life wasn’t all it could be

Who now spends her night in her darkness

In drinking a past memory

Reflecting on far away voices

Come to me come to me come to me


Her life wasn’t always so pointless

Her blessings were songs her friends sought

New fashions adventure love stories

All these were the gifts that she brought

Confusion delusion illusion

These things ruled the night when they fought


She calls them but no one will answer

As she drifts through her misery

She thought that her friends were much closer

Her tears wondered how this could be

Then once more a whisper was calling

Come to me come to me come to me


By mirror she kept precious picture

Her friends from time long before

Our hands will be comfort in sorrow

Was bond to each other they swore

Her cries filled the bleak ever after

As picture crashed down on the floor


In time all her friends came to see her

And offer forgiveness’s plea

But they found her abode now empty

And wondered what they couldn’t see

There within a picture was a face

Come to me come to me come to me


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      Audrey Howitt 2 years ago from California

      Lovely, lovely piece Martin--

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Forgiveness must be sought when we are alive. When it's too late, it's too late. This is an awesome poem, Martin. A message we should all heed.