Friend

Nothing is familiar
About the word
Friend

I’ve had those few
People in my life
That I’ve cared about
But soon it ends like it
Always does
Grown apart
Grown up
Grown to a point of disgust

There is something
About the word
Friend
That begs
It to
Eventually end

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5 thoughts on “Friend

  1. I know what you mean. The older we get the less simple it becomes. But maybe we can evolve the meaning, and friends don’t have to stay. They just have to contribute to our person before they leave. Just my two cents’.

    The poem spoke to me. 🙂

  2. Lovely poem! friends seem to be part of “necessary losses” we encounter in life…treasures to embrace, nurture of course and some just come for a while. Reading SoulMates by Thomas Moore helped me accept such losses. My strongest friendships birthed in adulthood…one has been in my life for 40 years…yes, I am that old:) Thanks for visiting my blog as well, Kevin:)

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