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
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