Mrs. Cynosure

Rookie (May 17 1987 / Junction City Oregon)

Friends - Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

Making new friends is like
Being reborn for which
True friends
Are as if you’ve become
Blood related
All in your own choosing

The friends that stay a life time
Are as close to you as a
A brother or sister
But
The friends that come and go
Are just another faze that
You’ll go through and come out of

Picking your friends is as crucial
As picking your religion
For witch both will and can
Change you life
Save your life
Or
Destroy your life forever
For they are what you
Shape the map of your entire life with

The society in witch you grow-up in shapes
The person you and your friends
Will become on day

So pick your friends wisely cause before long
You’ll be asking yourself if I’m ever in a life or death situation
Would you save my life?
Can I trust you to?
If the answer is no then you need to think about
Why you don’t trust them
What about them makes you not
Trust them
If the answer is yes then you
Have a true friend


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 17, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 2, 2009


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