[u]Once[/u]

Once, a while ago,
I had, quite close at hand
A person dear to me
That never did i understand.

He started off young as all must do,
Before time intervened
And before I even knew it
Thing weren’t as they seemed.

Change is a good thing I’d always say
And on that fact I’d be keen
But now I must admit that its
Only For the vending machine

That’s a separate thing to speak of
For now we’ll focus on this soul
For I saw him once enter a room
Stop, turn and stand still.

The changes that took place
Are too big for I to comprehend
Yet though the balance had not changed
The memories remained to bend.

I wish I had much more to say
I wish I knew more to sow
But to quote just for that silent soul
Always is always now.