Friends Are Apparitions Poem by Patti Masterman

Friends Are Apparitions



Friends are apparitions,

Now here, now gone, you see;

Don't go thinking that you'll have

The same, for eternity.


Acquaintances the blow-flies are,

That mass upon the rim;

All fly away, the first strong breeze-

They come and go on whim.

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