12 JUNE 1926, Page 16

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. . _ .