Letter to my friend - 6

After my letter, dear friend of the past, I’ve not reached out for a long time, alas. If I don’t express this poison inside, The doves of my heart will not let me abide. In tough times, you never cast me away, You didn’t let the street dogs lead me astray. You’d stay by me when others would flee, In moments of trouble, you’d stand by me. I never turned to wealth or gold's allure, I didn’t fall victim to jealousy’s cure. For the truth alone, just for the truth's sake, In many a place, my friends’ cries I’d take. I speak of the truth in this world we reside, My conscience is dearer than riches or pride. Not the clothes that friends wear, but their hearts I esteem, It's their intentions that guide me, not a mere dream. When lies become friends, we drift further away, Day by day, we lose sight of the way. Some act like performers, showing off their facade, Portraying themselves as if they’re so grand. I marvel at their art, but feel dismay, Can such beggar souls really find their way? I’ve known them since childhood, through thick and thin, While they deceive others with their false grin. The secret of horses, my dear, I know well, I understand just how far you can dwell. Though I may not wish to cause you pain, For the truth’s sake, I worry for you all the same.