Timeless, a poem.

They say that friendship is timeless,

That it could never be reprehended.

But how could something timeless,

Be so vague yet apprehended?

Is it wrong to pity the lost?

To share their portion of tears?

Can we not yet sympathize?

Of the friends we had held dear?

I sit there, guilty and shameful

Of the lives I could have touched,

But with fragile hands comes a fragile soul

Who couldn't do anything much.

So is friendship truly timeless?

Is it moral or corrupt?

How can something be so timeless,

When you know their time is up?