Friend Poem by maas weerabangsa

FRIEND

Some would call a friend all whom he met,
But a true friend in life is very hard to get;
He who helps you at your time of need,
Is the one who would be your friend in deed.

If you could pick what is right from what is wrong,
Your goal could be reached before very long;
With your blessed life let no one play,
Like a toy pigeon made out of clay.

He who sticks by you for ever like glue,
Your joys and sorrows he should share with you;
He is not your friend who says ‘hello' and goodbye,
Having such friend would surely make you cry.

A million acquaintances you may have made,
But how many of them would make the grade;
Some would be nice some pleasant and some fine,
That's all they would be and that's the end of the line.

‘I'm your best friend' some are quick to say,
Take my advice and do keep them at bay;
If your friend knows you have debts to pay,
Such friendship will not last even a day.

In Brutus, Ceaser thought he did find a friend,
Till Brutus plunged a knife and Ceaser's life did end;
With blood stained hands as Brutus stood,
At his feet lay Ceaser like a block of wood.

‘Before long my friends me you will deny, '
These were words Jesus spoke and it's not a lie;
Judas betrayed Jesus we are been told,
For a few pieces of gold a friend was sold.

Friends if you must have do pick one or two,
Be certain they are sincere for ever to you;
Misjudge not a friend from a cheap fake,
Acquaintances are many but a true friend is hard to make.