Friday, September 16, 2011

On Friendship

I had three friends
close as brothers
yet today I grieve,
to these three men
I made a vow
I'd die before I'd leave.

One friend had rage
that would overflow
and spill out like a cup,
he took his neighbor's Jack Daniels
in hope to fill back up.

One seemed true,
but met a girl
and turned into another,
he'd pat my back with one hand
and tie my noose with the other.

The third's hard luck
broke him down
in self-pity he'd sit and wallow,
the drugs he took led him down
a path I could not follow.

Then there's me
the worst of all
my head hung down in shame,
I swore, my brothers, I'd never leave,
but left you all the same.