Poetic Burp...

What Good Are
what good are mere days
when our lives span the course of years
what good are simple smiles
while we are hunched over and racked with tears
what good are friendships
that form so fragile from these chance meetings
and what good are happy memories
when with each day that passes,
become faded and more fleeting
simply,
they are the bridges we use
to cross the emptiness of our lives
they are the hope that holds us up
when we are burdened with dispair and tired
they are the lights that guide us through
when we become lost in the dark within
and they are the inspiration that gives us strength
when we must endure or somehow find faith again

these days, the smiles, our friendship, all the memories - I thank everyone for sharing them with me...