the drift
### The Drift There's an evil effect about growing up That seeks to scatter family apart, One minute, together, holding hands, Ready to die for each other’s heart. The next, preoccupied in our busy lives, Building our own families, making new ties. Friendships grow more important, valuable, While family becomes less significant, more fragile. The dragon smiles, shared once a year At a funeral of another dear. “Oh, I missed you” and “Oh, you’re looking beautiful” Sound so pretentious, so unrealistic, so pitiful. I think the little love left would be saved If everyone just kept quiet and behaved. Water flows faster, with ease, with grace, Compared to blood, which freezes in place. Memories of when we laughed and played, Fade away like springtime clouds at dawn. Hearts grow less fond, we drift away, It's hard to ...