To My Friends of Olde

I remember the Days of old,

And all the joy left behind.

Such friends I was told,

Would always be kind.

Their voices were gentle,

And their smiles so sweet.

Words were then cheerful,

As too their looks of deceit.

Now these Bridges shall burn,

For Time was on my side.

I know not where I may turn,

Only that Glory is my guide.

To the friends of old,

I must now apologize.

You are not greater than gold,

And I must return to safer skies.