Many years fly by, like birds migrating
Change will strike without a care of your pain
Lost souls look through every nook, finding
What they don't seek, people look in disdain
Just when you think you found someone to love
Be careful to not let go of their grip
When your bond is strong through the push and shove
It might strengthen or break and hurt to snip
More will go scatter and disintegrate
They either leave by choice or death will take
It's hard to say whether they care or grate
But in the end you're left alone to flake
YOU ARE READING
The book of a pessimistic poet
PoetryAll smiles be gone All that's once gay Will droop when done none shout hooray Proceed safely Or exit now Not daintily Wreckage will plow To those childish Or still stable This is no dish All's unstable
