A Morning.

A morning I remembered my old friend.

We used to have good times together,

Before I became ill.

He is high and mighty and he left me in a lurch.

But I didn’t take it kindly,

For I was sad at heart to see such degradation of a friendship which was based purely on friendship.

Though are times,

Once a friend not always friend,

Surprisingly he ain’t alone in it,

There are big – big people involved in it

And they are quite close to me but in reality much afar.


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