Broken Fence, Broken Friends

The old fence leans where the wood gave way,

A gap wide enough for the cows to stray.

We built it strong, with sweat and nails,

But time and storms tell their own tales.

Now the posts are rotted, the boards are split,

Like the bond we swore would never quit.

Broken fence, broken friends,

Ain’t much left that time defends.

The cracks ran deep, the wood gave in,

Like the promises we couldn’t mend.

Your laughter echoes in the fields at dusk,

Once bright as silver, now turned to rust.

We had our fights, but we’d patch the pain,

Now it’s just the dust and the coming rain.

Do you think of me when the wind blows cold?

When the creek runs dry and the years feel old?

Or is your heart like this weathered land,

Too tired to reach for a helping hand?

Broken fence, broken friends,

Ain’t much left that time defends.

The cracks ran deep, the wood gave in,

Like the promises we couldn’t mend.