I was thinking of old friends today and how many of them have slipped away.
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much, Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.
It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others, but eventually - Each leaf must fall,
I'm told, leaving the tree alone to face the cold.
Why is it that in the time of utmost need the leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around we look and they cannot be found?
Of course these friendships come and go and in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old with crackling laughter and colors bold.
And then I thought - Best Friend.
That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings - Hanging on right through till spring.
