Sonnet-Friendship Needn'T Long Last
My friend ain't dead but dead is my friendship;
by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
My friend ain’t friend yet, he is not my foe;
The tempest came, with out at sea my ship;
I should not blame him for my daily woe.
When selfishness has swept like forest-fire;
When pride remains like burning embers left;
When ego's mist has blinded his desire;
And years of friendship have been lost like theft!
There is no need to lament, brood or muse,
For life has shown that men of clay decay;
Our earthly life's mishaps shouldn't us confuse;
Tho' difficult, we must call it a day.
Friendship with men is not infallible;
Forgive seventy-seven times, says Bible.