A Toast to Friendship

What is a friend, anyway?

Me and old friends don't seem to vibe any more

and we ain't close, in terms of them not being right next door;

but, the nostaligia in me catches feelings,

well, because there were times when we leaned on each other

and swung bats like Crazy Joe.

Now cats is catchin' feelings and givin' cold shoulders.

I just try and act like I don't notice,

even though responses to calls and emails be bogus.

We ain't gotta be cool,

s**t, I ain't have my pops, n***a, I'm good.

It seems fairy tales exist in men,

and I was really Doughboy in the hood.

But, on everything,

I ain't mad atchya.

I'ma toast a glass to old times and good laughter.

To friendship, 'my n***a'

A Hunnid

Author's Note

Just a little shout-out to my boys...you know.

Reviews

[BEEGE]

NICE.
Im sure everyone can relat to a certain
extent with this one. Makes me think about
how shady ways has infiltrated my frat.
Well said Peoples.

[Angel's Lady]

And a fine toast indeed! Great write!

[closed account]

I can so relate to this poem, it seems like every poem I have read today has a personal meaning in my life. Thanks for sharing!!

[Cece]

lol why u be messin wit peoplez s**t

im madd uont b informinn bout da prtiez
kuz we both sum wild niggaz
nd i already kno we'd have a lot of fun

kinda means that i was kinda playin witchu..

lolz riiight so wah u doin?

[SM Davis]

this is great! I can feel both the comaraderie and the sense of loss inside this write. I hope they see it for the wonderful thing it is.

[Sarah]

This was a nice piece, and spoke truely of the friendships that seem to die away, and yet will always be with us! Great job! (: