friends

the few

friends

 

there are many friends 

 but few i can count on my fingers

some leave but we forget those who stay

in a world of love and hate

were close to those who cant see

and run away from those who believe

always blind from true love

we refuse to hold so dear

and when everything ends

it will be those 

who stood behind

never lost

but still our my friends.

now that love.

Reviews

[KAREN]

Nicely crafted! Great flow and also relatable.

[Kerra]

I really like your style, it is unique. Awesome

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow,thank you for reading and thanks for making my day.

[barleygirl]

Your poem points out the reality that many people spend more emotional energy on the ones that leave, rather than to appreciate the ones who quietly stay (((HUGS)))

[Mauricio Montoya]

Yeah all my friends I had are not here now and now that I'm older I've let to appreciate those around who stuck in the the thick of it, so I wrote this piece for the love of good friends. Thank you so much for your comment's and most of all, reading.

[Fran Marie]

friends come and go through life
you re blessed even if you have only
one true friend..

true friends stay with you when you
are having a hard time of it and at your
lowest point.. The others just passing through in this world of love and hate

Nicely expressed poem here