Poems - At the Death of a Friend
At the Death of a Friend

The old will pass, the new will come,
this we have learnt from days of yore,
Each life is but the faintest strum
upon the strings of evermore.
Still every life will own its share
of mirth, of love, as well as strife
and touch the hearts of those who care.
Thus turns the wheel of life.


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