The thing is to die well
But I suppose that only matters in the tell
You would like to think you could say
Goodbye my friend I want you to stay
And I remember the laughs on you face
Sitting together remembering the time and place
So when the final goodbye is here
Our friendship is still savoured and held dear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
final goodbye for a good friend not bye there a tie makes all near through cry......////