Colin F. Jones

SPECIAL FRIENDS

We have no claim upon this life we lease,
With fleeting breath we breathe ere it doth cease,
Being what we can while passes our short span,
Life ending where it first for us began.
Good souls we find if we have time to meet,
For oft this life for some of us is fleet.
For others longer and oft not quite deserved,
Though none have lives immortally preserved.
Yet we do live to breathe, to feel, and do,
And given thought, decipher what we view.
And given emotions, we cry and love and hope –
Try to survive and with all the dangers cope.
Despite all this we do make special friends
And when they die a magic kinship ends