PFD

The past.

A time that was but,
Never will be again.

You hope that you did something,
That was worthwhile in the end.

Fellowship.

Ahh, now there’s a word I like,
But one so hard to find the words to rhyme.

Fellowship is a good think,
With laughter and merriment.

A time to talk with others,
And try to bring someone to bed.

A time of dance, a time of song,
Boy this list could go on and on.

But this is enough don’t you think?
This isn’t the only thing we have to drink.

Depression.

Mourning and misery,
Were everything seems to go wrong.

Why couldn’t that girl,
have been the one?

Why not this, why not that?
God, I don’t give myself anything back.

PFD.

The Past Fellowship Depression,
The plague that spreads and kills.

PFD, is it in you?
If not it soon will.