A day has started at the end
At start a day has ended
I called so commonly my friend
Our conversation blended
We both had so little to say
So we just sat and stared
At windows, rain, at what day flared
At what has brought this day
And then we stood, and left our ways
He went his usual way
Then I, no longer as astray
Went where my own end lays
So often have we met like that
Without much to say or share
We just had stayed, together sat
Of all the thoughts aware
This is what made us friends
You know,
What made us understand
Of what is made our friendship’s blend
Whatever day it ends.
G
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