Have you ever been shortchanged by a friend?If your answer is `yes',I think that you need to read this poem and recommend it to others.Having had some below-the-belt blows myself from men I called friends,I was inspired to write this poem as an advice to everyone,whether or not you have suffered any of such blows in your life,when I overheard a man complain to his companion at a park.
Who Is Your Friend?
At a peaceful park
Pleasant and airy
I overheard
A seemingly comfortable man
Who looked shortchanged
And angry
Tell another
One likely in his social class
Presumably a friend of his
That assisting an envious friend
The father of ingrates
Is worse than kissing a toad
Residing in a grimy gutter
For a new enemy
Deadlier than a potent poison
Is unwittingly made
Especially if he is one
With whom you were born and bred
In the same milieu
And are of the same age
Who you have been lifted above
Byprovidence
But still has the privilege
To dine and wine on your exalted table
He is like subtle ocean waves
Eroding the shores of your life
Without your notice
Mustering strength
To deal you a sucker punch
Were it possible
For Julius Caesar and Thomas Sankara
To make a brief reappearance on this stage
They would sternly caution men
Against the likes of Brutus and Blasé
Children of envy and greed
Whose grandfather is Judas Iscariot
A lineage of doom planters
Therefore, throw not the door of your heart
Ajar to a friend
No matter how loving he seems to be
For there is a dagger deposited
For the soul in love turned sour
Display not your treasure to a friend
Irrespective of how happy he appears
For your achievement
For the smile on his face could be
The camouflage of the venom in his dirty heart
And take not your friend into your bedroom
Despite how dear he is to you
For it is like committing harakiri
In a packed Olympic size stadium
And eat with only a friend whose hands
Are cleanly washed
In broad daylight or under a floodlight
And never in darkness answer
A friend’s call for help
In spite of how desperate he might sound
For that may be his snare to sell you
To your enemies
With whom he plays in the same league
And do carefully listen to your wife
Whenever she sounds an alarm
About a friend of yours you love so much
Cos women have a third eye
That sees beyond the ordinary
A spiritual gift lacking in most men.
(c) Chris Jibero. 2011.
Well to get a true friend is so hard but when u get it, make use of your friendship. it is very painful in deed and sad but remember you are not alone God is alway there for you. excellent poem.
I feel your pain... sad that some so called friends can do such things. Sounds like your wife is a good judge of character.
True to life..... it happens to all sometime! Take heart Chris, you are not alone!
Man will always sin. God is the healer of evil deeds. I pray for the world's healing. God bless, Linda