Gershon Wolf Poet Rondeau

Friends Come, Friends Go

Friends come, friends go: This Earth is so
Some I make, Death must take -- I know
Acquaintances are many, but
Perhaps the most unkindest cut
Is one that happened long ago

George was the best friend that I'd had
Until he went and made me mad
He stole my girl, and did he strut!
Friends come, friends go

When I found out, I yearned to go
And punch George out, from head to toe
I'd hit him hard right in his gut
Then to his jaw an uppercut
Oh, my. Would I put on a show!
Friends come, friends go

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Caren Krutsinger July 10, 2019 at 8:11 PM When I was a child I had no idea that some of my childhood friends would remain my good friends for over fifty years; I guess we keep some forever. Nice rhymes! Gershon Wolf July 11, 2019 at 11:17 AM Yes, some friends do, indeed, come and stay. They're the true-blue ones. :) gw

Sand Blown July 9, 2019 at 2:21 PM friends...the coming and going of lifetimes Gershon Wolf July 9, 2019 at 4:25 PM Indeed, they are, even if 'blood is thicker than water.' :) gw