The proverb goes you cannot chose
your friends; whereas your enemies
are a breeze to figure out – the choice
is gauging whether selfish ends invite
disaster or respite, tho’ when striking
first amity’s advantage is a distant plan,
a choice that’s cursed and only plain
with foes your friends also disdain.
With friends it’s said ‘then who on earth
needs enemies’. I’m pleased to say I rarely
stood for enmity nor even bothered amity
unless a greater good could lend the process
dignity. So thus it is with me; my friends are
firm but few and far between, my rivals rare
and seldom seen – we live indeed the parts
we share in sanctioned peace and harmony.
© 26 June 2007, I.D. Carswell
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