They've passed away, those strangers from my youth.
Young men grown old; their time curtailed by truth.
They sailed away, as tide turned, unconcerned.
The seasons shrugged, as borrowed bodies burned.
This land of dreams makes dust of breathing things.
Looks on unfazed, as commoners and kings
go one by one into its silent soil.
At rest, at last, from unromantic toil.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2022 02:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to my recently passed away friends. Rest in Peace Martin, Sugar, Nigel & all those boys of summer.
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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Comments2
Good write K.
Thanks O.
I'm so sorry, for you loss my friend
but what a fine dedication, you've penned
I'm sure you've made your friends: Proud
with these beautifully succinct words.
thank you! for choosing to share
dear Poet, Supreme
Thank you LB for taking the time. Always appreciate your cool feedback.
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