love friendship poem

i love my life, but not too well
weak-winged is song
day is done
i bid them all farewell
perhaps it is no matter that you died
one by one, like leaves from a tree
to be able to see every side of every question
arched the flood
we break the glass whose sacred wine
do the boys and girls still go
there's one that i once loved so much
perhaps
soft as the bed in the earth
and still they walked on