Sonnet-Friendship Needn’T Long Last

My friend ain’t dead but dead is my friendship;
My friend ain’t friend yet, he is not my foe;
The tempest came, with out at sea my ship;
I should not blame him for my daily woe.

When selfishness has swept like forest-fire;
When pride remains like burning embers left;
When ego’s mist has blinded his desire;
And years of friendship have been lost like theft!

There is no need to lament, brood or muse,
For life has shown that men of clay decay;
Our earthly life’s mishaps shouldn’t us confuse;
Tho’ difficult, we must call it a day.

Friendship with men is not infallible;
Forgive seventy-seven times, says Bible.