My Very First Poem

Some become your friends because you are cool

Some become your friends because it is useful

Others because you can be a tool

Some simply because you are a fool 

Quite a few are friends because of the money

Through you they seek the land of milk, sugar and honey

I’ve got friends who are always on my frequency

In my heart for them exists a permanent tenancy

I have some friends whose speciality it is to give

I have others who core competence is to receive

For the former I pray to be able to reciprocate

The latter always aggravate 

Some of my friends are there for what they can get

Others are there, in spite of the pain and hurt

I have a few friends, chock full of wisdom

To protect them I am willing to consider martyrdom 

In theory some people are your friends

In practice it's all pretence

Such friends you have to pray for wisdom

And run from their friendship to your freedom 

Some friendships were doomed from the onset

Others by their nature must be covert

Some friendships we covet

Yet others we stick to like a limpet 

I thought my best friends were the ones I had from childhood

But found out that best friends could also be made in adulthood

My friends on Facebook form my online neighbourhood

And warm my heart the way a real hood should 

I remember the friends who used to call every day

To speak at length until we had nothing to say

When they saw that things weren’t going my way

Off they went and now our friendship is in decay 

Some of my most cherished friends are full of advice

Most of them have a vice

Even though none of them is perfect

My affection towards them it does not affect 

So if you have a friend you care about

Turn to them and give them a shout

Let them know how much you appreciate

Their friendship others try to approximate

Inspired by and dedicated to, the Letterkenny Pirate and the Geneva Mafia :-)