the person who is the happiest
during a good time
is the saddest
when he is alone.
the loudest laugh,
the sweetest smile,
you'll never know
how much people cry.
the cool facade
of a beautiful face
could very well belie
a pain without a trace.
the silent tears
through the years
could be scars unseen
and wounds unhealed.
happy intervals
of friends' memories
one could laugh the hardest
even for a while, at least.
and then the world turns
and time passes
reality came
and everything was just ashes.
the moment ends
the laughter fades
memories blur
as friends
farewell, they bade.
Izobelle Pulgo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-ends/
