#8

The oldest of faces yet farthest of friends.
The one who was shaken and yet still remains.
Through trials and trouble and sorrows and danger,
He looked and found a way to put to death his own anger.
On lifes path he had long last wondered.
Till by the side he cried as he pondered.
"if the path is so long and people are evil, what is the point should i continue?"
Then it hit him, the reason and purpose: to love and serve a god who knows what his hurt is.
More things in his mind then ever before, he looked and he saw this word from the old,
Written in thoughts and never in pen,
Friends are still friends, no matter how it ends.