It was a long lost friend that caught up with me.

My friend was in trouble as far as I could see.

It felt good that he came , to me as a good friend.

Needing help, Oh how I wanted to see him just mend.

Another friend then also decided to come our way.

To walk with us through hill and bush all day.

My friends decided they would rest a while.

It seemed a good idea, and brought a smile.

But then I had to leave them there,

Looking all safe, and in good care.

So I crossed a valley, steep and wide.

Looked back, and then…. I nearly died.

Saw wild dogs, savage, about to kill.

My two dear friends on that far hill.

I cried and yelled a warning, but too late.

I could not help, I would have the same fate.

My friends, my friends, so sad to see.

Why did you choose to not journey with me?

by Asaw Miller