Why is it that we seldom learn
The value of a friend
Until we strike a mortal blow
Impossible to mend?
Why is it that we fail to see
Concern in gentle eyes
Until we shatter every hope
And ache while friendship dies?
Why can’t we just accept what is
And learn to be content?
Instead we learn to live and love
With such bewilderment.
In the name of pride we do
So many heartless things.
Why can’t we find the time to know
The joy true friendship brings?
We often scorn the gifts of love
And senselessly deny
The feelings that come up inside
Without a reason why.
Is it no wonder that our friends,
The friends of yesterday
Grow weary of our selfish pride
And sadly walk away?