Better Poem about Friendship

Time ticks compass in an instant,

Sure as darkness is to light;

While some things sail on constant,

Others bleed like day to night.

The future that dark ocean stretched

‘Cross tempestuous waves of time;

Blank, untouched by brush, and fresh,

Brings your portrait to my mind.

The past, like an armada, slow,

Drifts safely to the brink;

But in the future’s sunny glow

Aged transport starts to sink.

Dragoons from the stern escape,

Maps of past-discovered lands

Gold glinting time inviolate

Priceless portrait sinks to sand.

Friendship flows to love,

Warm passion chills to hate,

On dying winds a living dove,

As early turns to late.

Thoughts on this, today

For me it’s sad when friendship dies,

I must look around, alone;

Consider what the past has meant,

Reap what I have sown.

Yet thus the world it carries on,

Never yet have I resigned;

Time and time again I learn

That all I have is mine.

My own friendship and my love of self,

My sense of the divine,

My books, and art, and family,

My health, talents and design.

There is naught but light in darkness,

Earth in the sublime,

Society in friendlessness,

My heart; at last, my mind.

I do not understand the present,

Dare not throw away the past.

In all I feel and contemplate,

Am on my own, at last.