My Tangy Tales

FRIENDS Friends come and go, But true friends are the ones who hold. It was long ago, When everyone's heart was made of gold. Things have changed, So have the people. Time has aged, Nothing is anymore simple. Trust is hard to gain, Value of living is lost.                               All there left is pain, True friends is what they need the most.

Silence The butterflies fluttered of to their merry land The bees buzzed away As he walked across the yellow sand And sat on the boat at the bay In his own world He knew he was right He saw the leaves curled He knew it was in his might Everything was gone He had no purpose anymore At the approach of the dawn He took over the oar