Let not the false promises of time
Lull us into unforgiveness.
Don't sleep upon your arguments,
One night is soon an eternity.
Our friendships are but frail indeed,
Yet should be set in stone.
Oh how I mourn my steadfast shame,
Lost opportunities and years let go.
Make good with those that held our hands,
Before the call of time must take them home.
Let not the arrogance of our pride
Forsake a depth of love sublime.

Tom Lefort 2024