friend poetry

sad are they who know not love
my mother taught me that every night
it tells of good old times
there by the window in the old house
lady, your heart has turned to dust
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
thou unrelenting past
into the silent land
there is no flock, however watched and tended
on and on
it was many and many a year ago
i've won the race
i have had one fear in my life
she knows a cheap release