An Ode To Them and Us

Twilight hung heavy,
The golden dust settled down,
The wind blew not,
The game was on to play till the stop.

They walked in with purposeful stride,
Two strangers in an unknown land,
One from the deserts of the West,
The other from the sun-blessed nest in the South.

Strangers no more,
Friends no less,
This game they played,
They played it so well.

But time plays on like the music so sweet,
It ends as fast as it begins,
All good things must come to an end,
This is the rule by which we must all play.

The wind had carried with it the fragrance of a bond,
From the warm south to the cold north.
The summer sun couldnot mask the joy of the four children
Whom destiny had together brought.

The game has now come to an end,
They donot know when they are going to play next,
Like tin soldiers they march on back home to fight their battles on their own.

Sorrow hangs heavy on their hearts,
Yet a wisp of hope somewhere remains,
Hope to meet again someday,
Hope to play the game once again.