POETRY
THE MIGHT-HAVE-BEEN
Tins tinie to-morrow we'll have said good-bye
Perhaps for ever ; I was not a friend, Nor yet acquaintance ; something of a blend.
We'd sometimes talked together, you and I, Of things profound, I'd sometimes caught your eye
'And shared -a jest, thus far you would -unbend
And then no further--and now comes the end.
And far apart in Life our pathways lie, (This time to-morrow well have said good-bye).
I've sometimes idly thought, that, if I'd known
You better, had more time, there 'might' have grown
A friendship from this soil of in-between.
Such friendships last, but we shall just forget And go our idle ways With light regret, For that dead friendship's ghost—that might-have-been DEITY ASK. WITH. . _ .