Friends Adrift

Poem By Marc Krüger

Why in absence of a solemn oath,
With indeed no promise made.
Neither grieve, but both,
The losing of each other's shade.

No telling what tomorrow brings,
A croaking toad, or birds may sing.
A brand new road -
A painful sting.

Where will I go?
I know...
In many circles,

Comments about Friends Adrift

I really like the closing stanza...simple yet powerful.....and painfully true for us all.

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