Colin F. Jones

UNFRIENDLY FRIENDS

When a friend doth turn his back on me,
It is him not me who decides to flee,
And I am saddened by the thought,
That my friendship was not truly sought
Though you may choose to pretend,
It matters not if you are my friend,
For I will always stand by you,
No matter what you choose to do.
But gloat not in your simple spite,
For I will sleep soundly every night,
For naive I’m not and I cry not pools,
Of bitter tears for departed fools,
Who wallow in their own conceit,
That articulates their ill deceit