Absent Friends. - Poem by Lydia Clarke
I feel we should spare a thought for those who can’t be here today.
Those who ignore your texts,
Who tolerate your presence for an hour a week for coffee,
Those who claim that you’re their best friend,
Who suddenly feel the need to get in contact when they have problems.
Who the hell do you think you are?
When I have problems where are you?
I’m not perfect but I deserve better than such pathetic excuses for friends.
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