A Friend or a Foe

the first poem i made in my middle school days

Friends may come and go, 

but there were things you didn't saw;

Friendship always starts with hello, 

may also end up with sorrow;

Friends that always smile,

 may be friends for just a while; 

No one sees the man's inner glow, 

but who knows if it is a friend or a foe?

 

Friendship in disguise, 

hides a millions of lies;

You thought their innocent care, 

may vanish to unexpected snare;

Friendship not that dear, 

shouldn’t waste another tear;

Friendship that will just grow, 

who knows if it is a friend or a foe?

 

If you still don't know, 

there were friends that became foe;

Friends that were hiding their flaw, 

just not their motive to be known;

Trust that you whole-heartedly braced, 

giving it would just be a waste;

In the end friends you will draw, 

who will still know if it is: a friend or a foe? 

Author's Note

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This is a great question to ponder and you did a wonderful job expanding on it. I thought it flowed very nice and you gave much insight on this question. You're right, we do know if the person we let it is friend or foe. N.