My Friend, The Enemy - Poem by Vincent Tinto
If you befriend, will a friend be?
Is it friend to the end or end of thee?
Is it that you use the term friend too loosely?
Personally, I get much more mileage from an enemy.
If stretching the miles is what you seek, hear me speak,
or at least head the words. Thought provoking is an enemy,
they keep you on your toes more than a pal or buddy.
Know your true friends and do not let them scatter.
Too many friends can soon be what's the matter.
You cross an enemy, that is to be expected, it is
part of the game.
Cross a friend by means of their own
interpretation, now you have another enemy, but
this one is insane.
A friend who only thinks you have done them wrong
when you truly have not,
was he ever a friend to begin with, or just a temporary sloth?
A defined enemy is always more useful to you in building
your strengths, because you know where they stand in battle.
A false friend however is not as clever as the enemy but
much more treacherous.
If you ask the false friend and enemy which of them has betrayed you, they will both say neither one of us.
In this case it is only the enemy who is true in his response.
Did you ever wonder what serves you more, is it the friend
who seeks friendship with pre-thoughts of envy and empathy
or a former enemy who will fight to gain your trust at all costs and
offer you loyalty?
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