Friends

Seen have I friends fishing self-centred good, Busy flattering, placating to please, Words from vainest deeds veiled in a coiled hood, In whose presence I seldom breathed in ease, Never around when needed their friendship, I've seen them deserting a sinking ship. Yet, there are friends like a pair of spare hands— Friends that stand steady, sun or pouring rain, Crossing conventions, trickiest of bends, Giving a helping hand, pleasure or pain, And wise counsel, bitter be it or sweet— Friends that strove hard their self standards to meet. There are friends and friends, a spectrum of band, He that sticks closer than brother is friend. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 05.03.04 |