Poetry
1 min
No time for a friend
Anonymous
No time for a friend
Once a friend
called for a walk
in tempting twilight,
I had no time.
Again a friend
needed a ride
staying dry in the drizzle,
I had no time.
Repeatedly, when a friend
Needed a shoulder to cry on
facing his follies,
I had no time.
Finally, when hollowed time
called for the last cold walk,
when I needed a ride,
and four shoulders to lie on,
Alas, I had no friend.
Once a friend
called for a walk
in tempting twilight,
I had no time.
Again a friend
needed a ride
staying dry in the drizzle,
I had no time.
Repeatedly, when a friend
Needed a shoulder to cry on
facing his follies,
I had no time.
Finally, when hollowed time
called for the last cold walk,
when I needed a ride,
and four shoulders to lie on,
Alas, I had no friend.
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