THE PATH OF TIME

Time slips by, grain by grain,
Through our fingers,
Driving some of us quite insane.

Friends come and sometimes go,
Sometimes they stay, and sometimes they don't.
Depending on their life's flow.

Time's loss we can't control,
Even though we wish,
That we'd never grow old.

Friend's loss is beyond us too,
If it's their choice to leave or end.
As the sun evaporates the dew.
There is no stopping either.

Trusted friends are often for life.
Sharing friends love helping
In the times of good or strife.
But when the time for them to go comes,
Theres no stopping either.

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The Friendship Theme
Bette Midler

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