Tis best to be a friend of all
And then to be a friend of none
Thus no one does hurt
No, not even yourself
For people come and people go
And one makes friends
And one makes Friends
But let them be as they are
Don't complicate, don't reciprocate.
For there would be despair
And much disappointment
So why venture there
Where the end is all but happiness...
I have always believed in letting people have an access to ones writing..however small however insignificant one thinks it is...for who knows that the one sentence/poem/thought you take away with u, may just have been the answer to someone struggling to understand the world you've left...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
The mistake I made...
I am the fool I always knew I was
I had seen it coming
For I took their advice
Day and night
And yet knew it wasn’t right
For I trusted my friends
And the world
And my family and my love
I hung on to their thoughts
And I believed in their words
Don’t get me wrong
They do love me
And I know they did their best
But what I did not know
Or refused to believe
Was the simple fact of being me
For in the past
And in the present
And in the future that holds tempting delights
We have all made and will make
But one small err
Of not trusting ourselves enough to make a mistake…
I had seen it coming
For I took their advice
Day and night
And yet knew it wasn’t right
For I trusted my friends
And the world
And my family and my love
I hung on to their thoughts
And I believed in their words
Don’t get me wrong
They do love me
And I know they did their best
But what I did not know
Or refused to believe
Was the simple fact of being me
For in the past
And in the present
And in the future that holds tempting delights
We have all made and will make
But one small err
Of not trusting ourselves enough to make a mistake…
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