21 June 2009

Friends...

There was once a boy who had lots of friends.

More than the number of fingers on his hands.

More than any of us could comprehend…

Only time would not be his friend.

As time moves forward, his friends grew less.

And less…

At first, the boy fights back.

Letters upon letters sent to his friends.

Gathering and get together to keep the friendship tie strong.

But time proves to be very wily.

Marriage, work, children and distance were not a great help.

Thus his friends became people that he knew off…

Thus his friends became memory of past…

Only then he knew time was not the culprit.

For friendship cannot thrive from one side only.

A letter sent and not replied does not mean a thing…

A gathering called without attendees is meaningless…

The boy work hard to catch his friends.

So that they will be his present, not past.

As time goes on, he stops, tired weighing on his shoulder.

As time continues on, he waits for a friend to come by…

For a friend who is truly a friend…

4 comments:

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