A First Elegy

I really never expected to write this. Not now, not yet, not so early on in life.

When we were young, days were carefree
Yet I saw you growing quickly world weary
When no one else would, you made friends with me
Basketball, Nintendo, poems, Fishball mee
But we grew old, and each chose different ways
Sometimes I wonder, do you miss those happy days
Now you're lost and gone forever
Left us grieving your foolish endeavor
So it's farewell old friend
Wish you had known God in the end

Kenneth