Strangers
They say friends are good. That friends are there to help you, Support you in your times of need. Friends are those who you can trust. They are always around, Like insistent little vultures, That only want to help. Free of charge of course. But, how can that be? Friends are always the first to leave you. They say they will be there forever, But they too die, Like little flowers on a field. Strangers can't betray you. Strangers can't leave you. Strangers can't hurt you inside. Yet a friend can. A paradox seems present. Friends are there to protect, Like guardian angels just for you. But, how can that be? If friends protect you, And stand by you, And remain loyal to you, Then why can they cause so much damage. Should it not be, That strangers are better. Better to have then friends. But, how can that be? The very definition of a stranger, Is someone whom you do not know. So then how can they protect you. How can they stand loyally, next to you. Maybe neither are needed. Maybe we are all too weak, And need to cope on our own. Neither friends, Nor strangers seem to be good. But, how can that be?This is an old one that I wrote back in 1999 Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 08:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"They say friends are good...."