I have many good
friends But a mere handful of great friends
Words don’t bring out the difference
Between
the two, in any sense.
My good
friends are always around,
To make my life smooth and sound.
My great friends stay only for a phase
Special sojourns in a maddening race.
Even if my great friends re-visit
My life to make up for the deficit
More likely would they become
Just good friends, in the days that would come
Separated by distance, space and time
Images from the past, resonant chimes.
This nostalgia, is it a comatose stimulus?
Or a distant lullaby beyond the milling chaos?
Days are many, that I spend with my good friends
Wishing all along, for the great ones to pop up near the bends
Peek-a-boo, they would say, and I shall wake up
Breaking my somnambulism, hey, times up!
But that’s not to be,
dreams shall remain dreams.
And my longing grows monstrously, pushing the seams
"Life’s like that. Isn’t it? " They say.
"Yeah," I agree .Nothing is here to stay.
Oh! blossoming buds, I retreat from you
Fearing the moment I shall be filled with rue.
Darkness beckons, "Come into my folds
I shall protect you from the light and the gold."
I respond, in the affirmative, using adages to skip worry
Aloud I say to myself, "Better safe than sorry!"
To escape the thorn, I give up the rose
The body over shadowed by the ghost
"That’s not right, my little chum,"
Said a voice as sweet as a sugary plum
One of the greats, she is, my friend
"Riches of the rainbow are always in the end
Good ones can become great.
You have it in you, to change your fate."
Smiling and hopeful, I look into the sunny rays
Eager for the next oasis to come my way.