Some Friends

Some friends pick you up with just a word.
They know the time, the place, the perfect way –
For sometimes, we get stuck in corners; lost
In webs of our own weaving – macrame –

Deceit, conceit, unseatedness gone wrong;
Attention gone from substance, off on style –
But then, sometimes, those some friends come along,
And say their words, and leave us with a smile

Upon the face beset before with pain —
The cost of friends:
A lifetime spent
In gain

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