Oh Fickle!

 

Oh Fickle, I am in a pickle,
Someone has turned sour,
And it is worse by the hour.
 
You thought she was your friend,
That you’d be sharing things until the end,
But the end can soon,
And your friendship blew up with a boom.
 
It was not subtle, it was quick,
Yum, like a dynamite stick.
 
Missteps without understandings, without talk,
Makes people want to shut down and walk,
It leaves no time for lessons learned,
And you stand idle feeling burned.
 
Exposing yourself is hard,
You do it willing with ones who care,
Then when you find they don’t,
Your feelings are left bare and it feels unfair.
 
Shake it off,
Hurt and bad feelings shouldn’t be stored,
Otherwise you are that ship in the dock
That just stays moored.
 
Don’t let it get your down,
If you felt you were gutted and knocked to the ground.
Some friendships are meant to last,
And some should be left in your past.
 
 If you truly want a friendship seed to grow,
Know the work you need for it to sow,
Water it regularly, give it life,
Much like you listen to a wife!
 
Wake up and give it some thought,
A friendship is not something full of fight,
One you’re constantly trying to make it right.
 
It is never been about the number
Or who everyone else listens to
The focus is on mutually bending
When things need mending.
 
So grab those great friends in a bear hug,
Warm your hands around their hands like a warm cozy coffee mug!