Once I was lost in the world confusion
And could not decide the right direction
Should I stay put or make a call and go
And prepare a list of friends who act like a foe
First I met with a miser as friend in dire need
He gave but pretension and quickly he fled
Next with whom I made friendship was a liar
Like mirage made distant things appear near
And nearer things made to visualize too far
That folk must be a fool as by me though he stood
But did a great harm in spite of his intention, good
Lately I became friendly with a person so vicious and wicked
That our friendship he sold at the cheapest market.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An old Southern saying. You knew it was a snake before you picked it up. Great poem. Enjoyed it. Well written.