It's nice in its way, but it's not much of a poem. See if you can flesh it out some more, and give it some actual stanzas. And isn't it a bit self-contradictory? First you say that friends are not forever, and then that these particular ones are. Maybe I'm just a stickler.
Like the person before me said, it needs padding out and it‘s kinda contradictory, also you spelt weather wrong. But a nice idea, if you work on it, it could be a nice little poem. Perhaps you could elaborate on why these friends were so special? Or why your other friends aren’t. anyways, let me know if you add to this!
~ Roon
The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
Like what Mr.Bacon and Roon said, I also think that if you exstend it than it could be a nice poem, but I like it the way it is. It's a simle poem that could be published into a children's book. . . Because small children make many friends but not all of them stay, but thats besides the point. I think that it is just fine the way it is: short and sweet.
