I do not own Harry Potter or Spoon River Anthology.
(Yeah, I don't like this one so much; it rhymes and it seems cheesy. I probably will redo it. Unless somebody thinks it's awesome or something. Go ahead and tell me either way, if you want.)
JAMES POTTER
(August 1959-October 1981)
The well-known are always friendless;
Friends to the top are merely admirers.
Yet I thought that I had found exception
In my three school companions.
They protected me from jealousy
And comforted me in pain.
They did not adore my illusion
Or forsake me when I fell.
As rocks that are thrown higher
Have more momentum as they fall,
The same goes for high friendships
That do not fare so well.
One of my closest friends,
He dropped as such a rock.
I fell and was quite broken;
He was near me only to be on top.