And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then <br />You are not friends, <br />And friendship has passed. <br />And whole days are lost and among them <br />A fountain empties itself. <br /> <br />And sometimes it happens that you are loved and then <br />You are not loved, <br />And love is past. <br />And whole days are lost and among them <br />A fountain empties itself into the grass. <br /> <br />And sometimes you want to speak to her and then <br />You do not want to speak, <br />Then the opportunity has passed. <br />Your dreams flare up, they suddenly vanish. <br /> <br />And also it happens that there is nowhere to go and then <br />There is somewhere to go, <br />Then you have bypassed. <br />And the years flare up and are gone, <br />Quicker than a minute. <br /> <br />So you have nothing. <br />You wonder if these things matter and then <br />As soon you begin to wonder if these things matter <br />They cease to matter, <br />And caring is past. <br />And a fountain empties itself into the grass.<br /><br />Brian Patten<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sometimes-it-happens/
