People
People
September 28, 2008
Those you like,
And those you love,
Ones you simply can't stop thinking of.
The people you meet,
Won't be here for long,
No regrets for things done wrong.
People come, and people go,
Right with the rhythm,
We let the time flow.
Not given a choice,
To live in the past,
For the memory is all we know.
The moments move by,
Some slow, some fly.
Hate to admit that you too will die.
It's a constant fight,
And such is life.
Death sneaks up behind, carries a knife.
The poems posted in this entry are ©2008 Steven Glazer. Use for commercial purposes without written permission is strictly prohibited.
So I don't know exactly where I went wrong, but I drove a friend away. I acquired the address of where this person lives, but I set about revealing what I know in a poor way. I was messing around, kidding about sending a birthday gift, and the response was total fear. Because I would not knowingly cause chaos in anyone's life, I had no intentions of acting without permission (which is why the conversation existed in the first place). Unfortunately, the result was the disappearance of a friend.