Friends are durable they
bend and they fold but they
never let go. At least thats
what I was told, but only now
do I know that we all grow old.
And in the process some let
go and by doing so we break
the codes. We define who we
were and just how broken we are.
We push the new friends away
and let go of the old. And we theow
ourselves out there never to be exposed.
We shut down, therefore never letting
go...only getting older and dieing all alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem