What Happened?

What happened to you?

What happened to your countenance?

What happened to your profile of courage and boldness?

What happened to your lilies in the garden and to the fire in your parlour?

Huh? What happened?

What happened to you?

What happened to your cracks of laughter?

What happened to your life of hope and enthusiasm?

What happened to your loving gestures of care and tenderness?

What happened to your arms of love and to your head held up high?

Huh? What happened?

What happened to you?

What happened to your life?

What happened to your walk of style?

What happened to your self-drive and self-assurance?

What happened to your peaceable mode and humble conduct?

What happened to the flags of white with stripes of green?

Huh? What happened?

I know the world has not time to garden flowers

And I know that it has no understanding of beauty and flowers

I know that the world is a monster of a kind

And that it knows no mercy or mankind

But you should not become a shadow of yourself

That is not you my friend

You should not become an example of yourself

That is not what you are my friend

Your wings can still fly even though they’ve grown weak

You can still jump even if your limbs feel like a flick

You still can become you

I used to admire you my friend

Please don’t give up on you

I’ll be waiting for you...

Sincerely,

Your friend Morris.