We often speak about <br />the fun we used to have <br />whenever we retrace our memories, <br />remembering our absent friends. <br /> <br />We remember our growing years, <br />the smiles on our faces <br />and the funny things we did <br />with our absent friends. <br /> <br />As the years roll on their way <br />and age creeps up on us <br />we sometimes like to reflect <br />on our long gone absent friends. <br /> <br />The flower of youth has withered, <br />but the flower never died. <br />It is still locked in our memory <br />when we remember our absent friends. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />1 July 2012<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-absent-friends/
