an amateur in this genre called poetry

when people come and go
i just wish the world stops
even just once.
i wish the world would cease a year
that at least i got to do what i want to.
and when it stops
friends will come and see
and enjoy each others' company.

duh. what if again after a year?
when everything will come to
a start once.
oh, it's parting time.
sad and gloomy my days will be
when all my buddies will go and be free.

life is a box full of friends and company
and if that box will be filled
my, oh, my it will overflow.
just like with friends, they have to go.


***Duh. im just trying out poetry making if i can make a good one,
but i think this is the worst . whahah***