Poem -

Real friends part 2

oh well at least during the coronavirus

another week missed,
sitting here in this situation.
Another week slipped,
Right through my fingers.
Where has the time gone.
Days feel like hours,
how quickly it has flown on.
weeks feel like days,
and weeks feel like months long.
where did august and September disappear to or from.
in the blink of an eye,
Time has been and time has come,
So to me,
In here,
I've lost my days,
Everyday and everything,
all and inbetween.
the main things that have me clinging on,
my boys,
all 3.
with their gappy toothed smiles,
And gerry curls,
cheeky grins,
all the while.
Not forgetting the most amazing friends and family.
You truly know who your friends are when,
you take them for them,
and me for me,
In this case,
Once again is medically.
I get that it's hard to visit.
but don't promise,
Then not be a visit delivery.
as all day i wait,
Just for a new or fresh face to see,
even an old mate.
All i want,
Truthfully,
Is friendship with no fakery.
like proper cream,
Not synthetic,
like you get in your local bakery .
I want the real thing.
Real friendship shouldn't cost anything.
real friends are there,
As much as they can,
Through everything.
Please can my real friends come out from there crevices,
Or caves,
not just coming to me expecting.
Give me a little of your time,
Im only talking about speaking.
If you can't do that,
Without good reason,
Then what's the point,
As you've already proved your friendship treason.
This is why,
In a lot of people,
I'm disbelieving.
I can't deal with it all,
im here to be believing!

 

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