Some are friends, for now,

But then, later,

They drop you just like

You’re a hot potato,


They don’t care about you,

Your problems or disease,

They live in ivory towers,

Self-absorbed, if you please,


Some have shallow souls

And hardened, hollow hearts,

And evil or indifference

Permeate all their parts,


So, when you find a true friend,

Treasure them, above gold,

Only they will stick by you,

Until you’re gray and old!