the person who is the happiest <br />during a good time <br />is the saddest <br />when he is alone. <br /> <br />the loudest laugh, <br />the sweetest smile, <br />you'll never know <br />how much people cry. <br /> <br />the cool facade <br />of a beautiful face <br />could very well belie <br />a pain without a trace. <br /> <br />the silent tears <br />through the years <br />could be scars unseen <br />and wounds unhealed. <br /> <br />happy intervals <br />of friends' memories <br />one could laugh the hardest <br />even for a while, at least. <br /> <br />and then the world turns <br />and time passes <br />reality came <br />and everything was just ashes. <br /> <br />the moment ends <br />the laughter fades <br />memories blur <br />as friends <br />farewell, they bade.<br /><br />Izobelle Pulgo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-ends/
