By Rose
My friend,
do understand,
we shall never meet,
nor shall ever greet,
excet in this manner.
Across the big, wide, world,
as it spins and twirls.
So close, yet so far,
at daybreak’s first hour.
Never the same place,
in the greatest race.
Round and round we run,
along with the sun.
On an endless track.
Never tiring, never lagging,
never slowing, never flagging,
til’ the death, of the light of life.