Grand Finale Poem by akram saqib
Grand Finale
In the lurch I requested my friends
To lend me few cents
Some snubbed me and other reviled
The other were from this act beguiled
Some others admonished me to earn
Does not any thing like this from friends yearn?
No body came to take care
Of my starving near and dear
My child sick and wife deceased
Due to a few pennies deceased
What are then these so called friends?
When they can not help a needy fellow in ends
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4/23/2024 2:57:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A good question Saqib, but the answer lies within, there is no place for real friendship or empathy in this world, try to be strong and take care of others if you can instead, just to break the pattern!