Short Handed Poem by Ismael Iniguez Carvajal

If I was to extend out my hand
When you were in trouble
Would you call me a friend

If during the good times I stay near
Would you also then
Call me your friend

Why is it when you are down and out
Do you bother my name to shout

The only name you know
That would Show
To rescue You from your Fate

But I'm afraid its too late....

My stretched out hand
Can't compensate

For your mistake was
You never call me your friend

10/13/2009