I remember the first time I met you,
You were a stranger, I didn't know you.
But then we smiled and shook hands;
That's how our friendship began.
My early impression of you, was that of a fool
But then being with you,I realized you were cool.
Years have rolled,times have passed.
I wish those moments would still last.
The excursions we went ,the fun we had
The classes we bunked ,the food we shared
To think it all be over makes me sad
Now that we have only few days ahead
Lets forgive and forget
I will leave and u may find new ones but always remember
OLD FRIENDS ARE GOLD ONES
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
HEY GUYS LET ME KNOW HOW U FEEL ABOUT THIS POEM AND PLS VOTE IF U LIKE IT.
I had written this poem for my friend in my tenth grade when i was moving out of the state. we studied together for seven years and near the end of the term i composed this poem. it looks silly now but i was only 15 years then.
YOU ARE READING
DEPARTING HURTS.
PoetryFriensdhip is like standing on wet cement .The longer you stay the harder it is to leave,and you can never go without leaving your foot friends behind.
