Sonnet-Friendship Needn'T Long Last

My friend ain't dead but dead is my friendship; My friend ain’t friend yet, he is not my foe; The tempest came, with out at sea my ship; I should not blame him for my daily woe. When selfishness has swept like forest-fire; When pride remains like burning embers left; When ego's mist has blinded his desire; And years of friendship have been lost like theft! There is no need to lament, brood or muse, For life has shown that men of clay decay; Our earthly life's mishaps shouldn't us confuse; Tho' difficult, we must call it a day. Friendship with men is not infallible; Forgive seventy-seven times, says Bible.