What Kind of Friend
What kind of friend
Would I be,
If you were getting
Into trouble,
And say nothing?
Or that a part that
Cracked,
And would cause an
Accident,
Yet not lift a finger
And replace the deficient?
And so it is,
Between heaven and hell,
On this tightrope called life,
And were about to fall.
Would you be happy,
With that offered hand that saves,
Or, angry that none came,
As you fall and die?
Well, this could be a counter point to "who am I to say". I wanted that to be a warning to self righteous people. Unfortunately, it did not work, and the reviews I got to that in some cases left a bad taste to my mouth. It wasn't until blueFugitivereviewed that I had to write this poem.
If I had misled any of you, the reader, astray, I am sorry. Please, feel free to comment. All reviews are read and enjoyed. Thank you