20 October, 2008

Belindus Bascho-George

Beware of Friends

When all seems lost and futile,

And so-called friends turn hostile,

My trust in them my sorrow;

Now I know in the morrow.

Good friends adhere!

When turmoil’s appear,

Bad ones retire;

When joy disappears.

Friends? were but gremlins in my life,

Alas! all’s well with me now,

Those friends? are neither here nor there.

Beware I say,

Beware always!

The morrow hails

Life’s future tales.

The truth is clear,

When clouds appear

Those Friends a’fore ?

True foes  for sure.

© 2008 Belindus Bascho-George