They Won't Wait Poem by Boghos Artinian

They won't wait for us unaltered -
lovers, friends, old acquaintances -
as if they were frozen in time
to be someday thawed, or perhaps never,
by us at will and at our convenience.
They also age, albeit some slower,
yet others faster than we do.
They also die, albeit some later,
yet others sooner than we do.
Feel not betrayed, should you find them consumed
or, when summoned to their grave, buried.
Friends cannot be kept for future consumption,
frozen in time, like frozen food.
Only memories are frozen and thawed
at will, and that, only in our minds.