The Listener Poem by lingering stupor

Tire now i feel at the end of dawn
My labor halved and sorrow gone
A wonderful evening to be had
Met you so much am glad

Alas another twist from fate
Though met you i did i was too late
How ironic to meet you is all i can say
Too bad your taken and swept away

A lovely evening still i pleasure
Lifted a great weight to my conjecture
Even if we cannot become
Gladly a friend am i to surely come

Heres to the start of another path
Your brother a friend now you in behalf
Merriment filled joy and laughter
An ear who listens my laments and falter