Fairweather Friends Poem by Gary Diamond

fairweather friends that'll drift away on the nearest storm.
faces creasing up with laugher amidst uproar.
i used to be a player but playing dried up a year ago.
when you're this difficult to work with no-one wants to know.
if this barren rock could talk it would tell a thousand tales.
and too many of those would be sad.
how many days it's been i cannot dare tell you.
cos that would surely break my spell.
admit you're willing, admit you're weak.
and i won't grumble or dare to speak.
your house is my house for what it's worth.