To each new beginning
there is usually and end
Memories made
at the loss of a friend

But an old friend lost
is a new one found
You must leave something behind
to achieve higher ground

In leaving behind
there is always pain
But sometimes, you give to get
turn loss into gain

The river of time
Flows on and on
Cherish your time
For too soon it is gone

Hold on to each moment
To the last little drop
And a seed planted now
will soon come to crop

Love as much as you can
And quite often too
For as much as you love
comes twice back to you.

AcB 6.10.97