Friendship is the most valuable asset we have. If we allow strangers to divide us, then friendship suffers and eventually dies. We must all do our part to see that it doesn't happen.
A stranger came to my town today.
I knew not his face or his name.
But, friends, the discontent he spread among us,
causes me to hang my head in shame.
He didn't like the way we did things here.
Nothing suited his taste.
He began to divide the friends herein.
Such a pity. Such a waste.
Oh, we tried to resist him at first,
even thought that we might win.
But he was so deviously clever,
that one by one . . . we gave in.
Bickering, bitching and fighting ensued.
The hatred spread far and wide.
It entered our lives, our hearts and our homes;
and abruptly, friendship died.
As I sit alone in the dark of the night,
I am saddened to recall,
That while love was being torn asunder,
I sadly did nothing at all.
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Great poem. Touched me profoundly since I am going through the same thing now. Thanks.
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