The Circle Poem by Randy McClave

I once had a large circle of friends
I trusted them to the world's ends,
They were all my trusted friends and pals
I treated and seen them all with the highest morals.
I believed whatever that they wrote or said
For them I would have easily bled,
Whatever they wanted or needed I would unselfishly give
Against them I was never jealous or combative.
I would give them the last dollar that I had
So, that they wouldn't be worried or sad,
And every promise that they ever made I did believe
To me I knew that they would not ever lie or deceive.
I would give them the very clothes off my back
For them I would wear a sack,
And for them I was always just a phone call away
On any given day.
If needed in a crowded room I could always be found
To help them and their need I would be bound,
I was always there for them
I would have proudly gave them my very limb.
Then I heard and seen the broken promises and lies
That flew about me like pestering flies,
I then saw my friends as liars, cheats and thieves
My heart still sadly and painfully grieves.
My eyes and ears were opened and I could finally hear and see
They didn't feel the same way about me,
Then the truth I finally knew
Now my circle is small, and my friends are very few.

Randy L. McClave