The Bonds of Friendship.
PostPosted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 2:57 pm
Alright this isn't my first attempt at a poem but this one is special to me so here goes. and i would like to see what you think of it to.
Friendship is the simplest thing.
It's as common as a doorbell's ring.
But just like life, it has it's ups and downs.
It can bring forth a sensation that you will drown.
Most will say, "This is a lie."
But I assure you, friendship does die.
A friendship is made by a simple meeting.
And with the flow of time you will often be greeting.
The more you meet the more you know.
And in time your friendship will grow.
As you fridendship grows, you'll be expected to know.
All the things that your friend has to show.
At this time, if you make a mistake,
The bonds you formed will beging to quake.
The jewel of friendship, which you have held dear,
Soon begins to crack, which leads you to shed tears.
As time flows on, the jewel will break.
Leaving behind shards in memories' wake.
The memories left behind are broken and torn.
It's as if you've just been given a thorn.
If you try to mend it, the shards won't fit.
At this time you'll feel like a twit.
The friendship you've had is truly gone .
But fret not, as life goes on.
Time is like a river, it flows in one direction.
And later in time you shall feel a new affection.
Friendship is the simplest thing.
It's as common as a doorbell's ring.
But just like life, it has it's ups and downs.
It can bring forth a sensation that you will drown.
Most will say, "This is a lie."
But I assure you, friendship does die.
A friendship is made by a simple meeting.
And with the flow of time you will often be greeting.
The more you meet the more you know.
And in time your friendship will grow.
As you fridendship grows, you'll be expected to know.
All the things that your friend has to show.
At this time, if you make a mistake,
The bonds you formed will beging to quake.
The jewel of friendship, which you have held dear,
Soon begins to crack, which leads you to shed tears.
As time flows on, the jewel will break.
Leaving behind shards in memories' wake.
The memories left behind are broken and torn.
It's as if you've just been given a thorn.
If you try to mend it, the shards won't fit.
At this time you'll feel like a twit.
The friendship you've had is truly gone .
But fret not, as life goes on.
Time is like a river, it flows in one direction.
And later in time you shall feel a new affection.