This is an original poem written many years ago. I continue to come across these old “gems” here and there. I marvel at the understanding that shines through these writings even while, at the time, I don’t believe I deeply understood what I was trying to convey.
First Friends Last
And so the seed that has waited for so long
lying dormant yet with hope and purpose strong
has revealed the life that only nature lends
as waking starts and sleeping nears it’s end
Full bloom surely it will come
sure as the stars, sure as the sun.
But as the flower reaches to the sky
it cannot forget the roots
or both shall wilt and die
Like two souls who start with friendship fast and true
that foundation must remain as it was new.
Even through the times of joy and pain
the roots support the flower
and friends we shall remain