To a Lost But Found Friend
When would you come to see me,
My good friend?
When would you come,
My friend?
This isn’t only a question,
But rather my suggestion:
I longed for a meeting,
But there never was first a greeting;
I spoke a word,
But I was never heard;
I wrote a letter,
But matters didn’t get better:
Here are my flowers for reconciliation,
My message of consolation;
A reminder of the seasons of togetherness,
A balm to soothe the menace of the wilderness:
You’ve been a friend without fail,
A wonderful companion along the trail;
Down through the past years,
Through doubts and fears;
Through the heat of the day,
And the cold of the fray;
Through stormy winds,
And watery clouds;
Through the days of throbbing pain,
And the weeks of sobbing and rain:
At last, I needn’t let the matter rest,
For you must pass this simple test;
When would you come to see me,
My good friend?
When would you come ,
My friend ?
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