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Elegy For Him: A Classmate


You left with spring never to experience the summer. In the fall you came again, you came as a shock to those you left and now all that remains are those bereft. Too young to leave to eager to stay a wondering sheep that happened to stray. The path is brown; all that was green is gone, now evermore shall you rest under the lawn. The trees they sigh, the skies they cry, for the friend they lost and the son that died. You travelled along, their home was your own and now you are gone a mere seed never sown Where is the comfort? Where is the solace? Where is Bacchus with his train so merry? Has he no strong drink for those who tarry? Who needs the world with its troubles and trials? You found your nest in the thistles and briers The sorrow is there never to stray. It will always be present, we shall lament the day. You may have left but gone you are not you shall always be remembered in our never ceasing thoughts. We remember you young, a friend, you were dear. From our beginnings in society you were always so near. We laughed and we played just sprouts from the ground: gayness would abound when you were around. Time slowly went, things began to change, you left for the first with the season of rain. Years went by and I saw you not until that day which shall not be forgot. So many the friends I had as a sprig never came for a greeting to give. We all went apart when you were away so all we could do way reminisce the day. Then you came back at once a greeting on your tongue, the last time we spoke, all these years gone. So now I must wonder, now I must believe, could this all have ended different, if only for me? What could be done? (or undone at that) Is there any way possible to bring you back? Alas I must relent for the dye of fate will never repent. Time cannot changed it will only tell of what will come out of those who fell. Miss you we shall with each returning year untill the day that we too will miss what we fear. Is it so bad? only you can say However you cannot answer because you did stray.
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savigirl14
<p>I am truly sorry for your loss. But try to reflect on the good memories. Amazing poems and please read mine and tell me what you think.</p>

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