Childhood friends./POEM

Time flies and life is short
but too rich in pain.
Quick, before it's over
For our friends, let's pick flowers.

Others with their thirsty lips,
They will present vinegar and gall;
Let's make up our friends with honey
A pure and golden drink.

Yeah when they're sad elsewhere
Let's try to smile at them;
That our friends tell us that
they are happier and better.