These are different days <br />Where the individual soul <br />Is left alone to wither and decay. <br /> <br />Once there were golden friendships <br />That weathered every storm <br />And violent tempest, <br />There was a spiritual bond <br />Impossible to break. <br /> <br />And if a friend departed for God, <br />One would find his child and weep <br />Saying, “The son of my friend! ” <br /> <br />These are different days, <br />I light candles at dusk <br />And entertain lonely spirits.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-are-different-days/
