A memory of a friend saying goodbye,
Stays with you forever and never does it die.
It's happened to me in the past, but i hope it won't anymore,
Because those lost friends come back knocking at my door.
When I answer it should I let them in?
Or should I turn my back on them for their friendship sin?
The meaning of ture friendship is hard to understand,
But I do know they shouldn't have to come on demand.
With my friends you can tell that they are true,
Because they are always there, and stuck to me like glue.
Never do I want to let them go,
To never hear the sound of their sweet hello.
Now I know what makes a true friend,
The fact that they stay with you until the very end.
If you recieve the Journal, then you might have seen this published in it. I sent it in and it got published; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good... nice write!