True Friendship

When the sun in the morning comes up in the West...
and sinks slowly in the East,
The Rainbow's hues become so dim...
its brilliant colors cease.
The Pot of Gold at the Rainbow's End...
someone finally finds
And empties the Fabled Pot of Gold...
leaving not even a dime.

When songbirds fail to sing...
their morning's Wake-Up Call,
All the trees on earth become...
twisted, gnarled, and small,
When waves of the sea refuse to come...
a-lappin' to the shore,
All the stories we've been told-not true...
we find they're only lore.

When stars refuse to glitter...
the moon does not shine,
Raindrops no longer patter...
upon lovely, trailing woodbine,
Roses do not open...
satiny petals of red and gold,
Yellow jasmine does not climb...
purple violets do not unfold.

When the mythical Fountain of Youth dries up...
its waters cease to flow,
Blustery winds in the Winter do not bring...
feathery, drifting snow.
Sultry winds in the Summer-Time...
blow Northers blue and cold,
Weary Old Faithful has spouted so long...
it's grown feeble, tired, and old.

When all these things shall come to pass
And time comes to an end...
That's the time I'll stop thinking of you as
My True and Loyal Friend.

by Elga Haymon White

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