(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Soon Our Friends Perish

SOON our friends perish,
Soon all we cherish
Fades as days darken - goes as flowers go.
Soon in December
Over an ember,
Lonely we hearken, as loud winds blow.

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That is a good poem even though it has a sad message