The sands of time are slipping to the bottom of the glass For its said in life there comes a time when all good things must pass. And in the end two friends must also go their separate ways. Each taking a part of the other that cannot be replaced. And left behind are memories off all the things you've done. In victory and defeat, it always seemed you won. But now you must be parting, for the road begins for fork. One pathway bears your partners name, the other has your mark. My advice is treat it carefully and never walk to fast. Face the future, live the present, and accept the days that passed. And don't be sad or weary for you still may be meant to win. Cause further down the highway forked roads often meet again.
- i didn't write this poem but i find i can relate to it really well, and most people can.
