Friendship (Classic Poem) (Local)

    Friendship
                                                      Vener Santos
 

                                                       Days will pass,
                                             And things will grow old.
                                                   Flowers will bloom,
                                                  And soon will decay.
                                             But when friendship starts,
                                      All of the year it will remain fresh.

                                                 Friends will grow old,
                                            But friendship will never.
                                             As long as we both care,
                                          It will remain young forever.
                                        Death will separate it on earth,
                                           But it will reborn in heaven.