my best friend

The Distance less traveled is a road of shattered dreamsThe pain and sorrows left behind are backward flowing streamsYou go through life imagining all the things you wantBut before you understand them all they'll do is hauntI been alive for many years I watched them come and goAnd here I sit again my friend not having any to holdSo take my word I mean you well embrace your life right nowFor right before your weary eyes, you'll wonder when and how.I made mistakes throughout my life; I've tried to make them rightBut each and every time I try I end up here at nightI can't explain the way things work I just know that they areDon't look too much ahead of you; you may just look too farLove is another option; you'll have throughout your lifeBut always keep in mind my friend; it can hurt much like a knifeIt can wake you every morning, or put you in your graveEveryone must take that fall, just stand there and be braveAt some point in your life, you'll find a special friendOne that disregards your flaws and loves you till the endDon't confuse the love you feel it's different than beforeHold on tight to what it is, letting go will make you poorA best friend in my eyes is much more than friendIts understanding, loyalty, dedication to the endIts long car rides, swings and slides, its ice cream late at nightIt's sharing thoughts, and frozen drinks, it's that petty little fightMy friend I share these feelings to let you know I careI'd never turn my back on you, not even on a dareSo understand this one last thing before I say goodbyeI made this poem just for you, my best friend till I die'-Richard A Draper

Departure......

So long old friend, It has been fun But my work here is done. To watch you grow And get to know The man you have become. Wherever you walk And whenever you talk Part of me is there. And wherever I go You too should know That a part of you I share. The part of you that made me laugh Through all the memories we have. The things that made us mad The pain that made us cry Yet, alas, old friend It is my time to die. Now, we part in separate ways And with others spend our latter days. Still in your wealthy memory Let others see that part of me; The part of me you'll always have, The part of me that made you laugh. Fate has made us one somehow, It is she who separates us now. In time you'll see, much of you is me Our friendship thus was true And before I go, the world will know How much of me is you.-Nathaniel P. Fetzko