Thirteen

Why do I sit and write this way

On every single cloudy day

On days the sun does not appear

And days that make me shed a tear?

I sit and think about my life

And days that I've encountered strife

I think of all the years to come

But all that I can feel is numb.

And then I feel a twang of fear

At the thought of never being near

Of never being near the friends

That swore that we'd stick until the end.

But things have changed

Since we were small

And now we barely

Ever call.

The circle that was once so strong

Is breaking as we move along

Along this path that we call life

And hanging on with all our might!