I wrote about a friend of mine saying that a friend of her had little time left, and it made me thing about them that underserving have lojal friends, and the others that suffer the demise of a friend as equal as the losing of a sister...

If we have a hole in our emotional pocked
where we guard our most precious friends,
shouldn’t be surprised to find no one there
but an empty fabric full of utterly contempt.

If we have taken all for granted our rights
never said sorry or of errors made amends,
solitude will be the last of all our worries,
all started with a hole in our pocket’s end.

What about those that don’t have a pocket,
the ones that put all of their friends first,
suffered in silence when one got final sick,
stood there holding hands to the very end.

What about those ones that we so well know
the ones showing with sincerity that they cared,
should they don’t have been spared the pain?
or at least a little glimpse of the other side
before time forced them to say farewell…?