Friend Ship
A drop in the ocean
is what we amount to be.
In a sea of people,
all with diverse backgrounds, and beliefs.
It’s not hard to
claim individuality.
Like the colors and shapes
of the corral reefs
People can be so
unique.
The friends you meet can be like creeks.
You have similar backgrounds
and similar beliefs.
As creeks merge into
rivers
Acquaintances merge
with your friends….
Changing, as time
does with everything
So too do your
friends, and so it begins.
We’re not who we
were, our minds have diverged
Our river opens to
the ocean,
Off we go in
different directions.
The chains of our friendship
have been broken.
Words are words, your
actions have spoken,
Like hammering in a
coffins’
Last nail. Sorry old
friend,
Our Friend Ship has set sail.
Josh Mozingo
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