Men come, Men go
After all its true colours time must show
No Being, yes nothing is eternal
Of and in this world itself mortal
Reckon with the treasures of this world
At least something is forever
No, not fame, nor riches untold
Just the bond we share and nurture
And friendship the treasure is and for sure
Nothing else so lovely, nothing else so pure

Pondered, and now I can see
Ever loving you and will ever be
God's blessing may you never miss
Untill the stars hang on trees