African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Georgia Douglas Johnson, "Friendship" (1925)

Last night you lost the rarest thing
Life ever gave to you.
It was a friendship that was deep,
Unvarying and true.

I'm sorry that you have it not
Because you need it so;
When one has killed the flower's root
How can it ever grow? 

Published in The Messenger, June 1925

This page has paths:

This page has tags: