My special garden was tended with care
nourished with friendship blooms precious and rare
side by side we stood tall and strong
always together each one had a song
but the song became crying bright colors drained
left without warning, never slowed or explained
Heavy is the heart that once beat with joy
ladened with sorrow sweet comfort destroyed
sitting alone it seemed so unfair
friendship is gone the ground is now bare
as melancholy tears fell on dry ground
new buds were blooming all scattered around
Blinded by shock, confusion and pain
overlooking the one that helped me sustain
So I'll smile proudly and be on my way
I still have a garden a faithful bouquet
T.James Becker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/withered-garden/
