Goodbye to a Friend
Goodbye, my old and constant friend,
You will be with me ‘till the end.
When I conversed with her last time,
We said we’d talk some other time.
At first we spoke almost each day,
But soon we were to fade away
Into our far too distant lives,
And soon saw life from different eyes.
And now we talk but once a year
And when we speak sometimes I fear
That I will say something I ought
Not say, ‘cause of your different lot.
Perhaps we should have said goodbye,
Because our friendship is a lie.
We are not enemies quite yet,
But we aren’t quite as when we met.