A time comes When things change Likes drums At a close range
She becomes lonely The friends she's lost The one and only At a cost
She becomes crossed With one hope Exhaust She can't cope
Feels worthless She's trying No purpose But lying
She's crying, relying But dying, an' denying
She knows not Hell she's grown But she's forgot She's not alone
One day This is strange All that weighs Will someday change
She will change As the time flies ThingsΒ Β rearrange And she will be wise
She'll rule her kingdom All beside In all freedom No reason to hide
At a close range Like drums Things change As time comes
Inspired by remembrance of a friend of mine whom I have not seen in a couple of years. I figured maybe I should get back into poetry, although I was never as good as they were. They were special to me, and they will always be special to me.
Also tried my hand at rhyming, not sure how well I did, but there was a lot of emotion behind this piece.