When I was young friend I met you at school,
And found your company cool,
Ignored differences and stayed a fool,
Having a friend was a rule.
In my adolescent years friend I could only see you,
My deepest fear being what I'd do without you,
A day didn't pass without talking to you,
My past, present and future were you.
In my college years friend I saw in you my savior,
I saw in you a survivor,
But you my friend said goodbye like a lover.
Years later friend I met you again and wondered if I could call you one,
Perhaps I had picked up the wrong one,
Perhaps my innocence had failed and you had won,
Never imagined your friendship had intended a pun.
Down life's road friend I met you again,
You looked at me like I cause you pain,
Where is the umbrella we shared in the rain?
Not a friend but a stranger you would remain,
While you enter and exit along life's lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem