The friends I made have slipped and strayed,
And who’s the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot-
And that’s my tale, and theirs.
Then if my friendships break and bend,
There’s little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.
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I really find comfort in this poem. It makes me think about my life, and very few poems/songs do so. I agree with Sofia.
I love this poem. =) It is one of my favorites of Parker’s, if only because it is so sardonic and true. It’s a stark reality, but it is somehow comforting, don’t you think?