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Our Perfect

Valerie Dunbar

Valerie Dunbar

master brummie
Our Perfect

He used to be a friend of mine,
Then life raced on without a care.
A heady passage chasing time,
Spring in its newness everywhere.

We grasped at life, lived to extremes
Forever had a rosy glow.
Fulfilling all our hopes and dreams,
The summer put on such a show.

We never ever once conceived,
A time when we should be aware?
That one of us would have to leave,
Though autumn breezes filled the air.

Our perfect never was defined,
My friend I often think of still.
Now all these days are far behind,
With nothing left but winters chill.

Copyright Valerie Dunbar 2002
 
I agree Rod. None of us know what is around the corner. A poem to make us appreciate our friends while we have them hey?
 
Though winters chills are often dun,
Memories are as the summers sun.

Robert
 
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