Strange that I did not know him then.
That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
One friendly sign;
But cursed him for the ways he had
To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
For praising me.
I would have rid the earth of him
Once, in my pride…
I never knew the worth of him
Until he died.
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This poem reminds me of my mom
i really like this poem. he is a really deep wtiter.i am using this poem for my moive maker!
this poem is sad i really like it and i might use it for a project i have!!!!