Where will they be today?
Acquaintances
are always that way.
You meet them once, or more often.
Then that
friendship seems to soften.
You’d swear this time; it would be
everlasting,
The thought of permanence is not withstanding.
All that
talks of magical grandeur
Soon turns out as tropical fanfare.
Whether
he or she, or as if you knew her
It usually turns out to be verbal
manure.
This quick meeting of that new fellow
Can never replace a true
friend, I’ll tell you.
We’re lucky to have two or three in our
lives.
Close friends, as these are hard to find.
It’s that one you
trust and is truly pure.
It is uncorrupted when it comes to you.
This
true friendship must go both directions.
The true test from acquaintances to
companions
Meet as many as you can see.
It may turn out to be that one
of three.
BY
( JOE PARENTE )
