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This poem was not actually written by me, but by my best friend. She hates it to death, but I finally convinced her to let me post it here where true writers may appreciate it for the wonderful piece of work that it is.
A child never thinks to pray,
for time to slow each passing day,
for death is still so far away,
a child would never think to pray.
Days of our youth, passed in sun,
of glorious joy, of games and fun,
we never thought a day would come,
to end those days we passed the sun.
But we grew older, as girls must do,
our sun transitioned a darker hue.
The drinking started, the driving too.
For we grew older as girls must do.
A somber call, in the dead of night,
relates the car, the bridge, the height.
The slamming of brakes, the flashing light,
on that rainy bridge, in the dead of night.
It seems so strange, now that she's not here,
to know she's gone when she feels so near.
The childhood bond we held so dear,
has shattered, now that she's not here.
She hadn't begun to live, and I regret,
those darker days when we'd forget,
a drink will last just one moment.
But those wasted days, I'll never forget.
PLEASE recognize the fact that this was written by my best friend Hannah, NOT by me. I am merely doing a favor, by posting it here for her. ^_^ We both hope you enjoyed.
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