Friendship

One day I thought about all the things in my life and all the people in my life and what would happen if I died tomorrow. (Note: I wrote this during a suicide period)
Whether by
strange coincidence
or divine guidance
in the course of our life
we cross paths
with many people.

Some move towards us,
others move away.
Some we choose to
remember,
others to forget.

But with a special few
we seem to have
no choice,
for each has made
impact on the other
and their memory
will live on forever.

Friends are like angels
who lift us
to our feet
when our wings
have trouble
remembering
how to fly.

Others are like flowers.
as each petal
falls their
relationship
moves farther and farther
apart.

But with each
flower dies
a new flower reveals
a new friendship
bound of in a good
start.

And that which
shows you the true potential
of friendship.

Keep your friends
close,
or they might slip away....

By dustin richardson
Published: 4/7/2007 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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Is this a good poem or not? (please be honest cause im going to pursue my hapiness of writing poems.)
yes
no
can't decide
it needs something more
it sucks f****** d***
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