Fair- weather friends

by Ingrid   Aug 30, 2009


The music stopped playing,
as the curtain went down.
Without prior warning,
they took away your crown.

One day a celebrated poet,
the next a thing of the past.
Success, such a fickle friend,
hardly ever lasts.

I know of the pain
that makes your heart weep,
to find they all deserted you,
while you were sound asleep.

Those cold hearted nitwits,
who care for no one but themselves,
not afraid to show their true colors
to a man already torn in half.

An online poet
is a wonderful thing to be,
as long as you realize in the virtual world
the true nature of people is hard to see.

Fairy tale princesses,
with a heart made of stone,
deranged individuals,
with no life of their own.

They all come to greet you,
with a smile on their face;
behind their back,
the knife already in place.

If you are lucky,
you will find a friend or two,
who truly care and when life
lets you down, will still be there for you.

I know the pain that haunts you,
my brave and pure hearted friend;
for more than the loss of your health,
it's knowing how few really cared in the end.

* I removed the one curse this poem had, to make this piece accessible for those who refrain from entering the explicit zone.

This is about a man named Greg, a poetic genius I met on another poetry site, outside of P&Q. When he became terminally ill, all the "friends" he had made there dropped him like a hot potato and it got to him, really, really bad because he considered these people his true friends. I wrote this a long time ago already, but could not post it any sooner, the subject was too much laden with anger back then.

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  • 9 years ago

    by PETER EDWARDS

    Another star poem Ingrid, full of emotion, anger and despair. So sad to know the reason why you penned this poem.
    I am belatedly sorry to hear of your friends demise. He will find that his reward and his true friends will be found in Heaven.
    God bless him, and you Ingrid for writing such a great piece of work. I am sure that he was very proud of you. I would be..

  • 15 years ago

    by Bhavin

    Ma'am,

    (Sob Sob)... I just want to thank you. I cannot write more than this. If you can read between the lines then you might get the reason.

    Thank you for this poem.

  • 15 years ago

    by silent turbulence

    Omg... this is one of the nicest pieces of writing i hv come across...

    beautiful...

  • 15 years ago

    by anand singh

    Ingrid, you have penned here a reality based piece that shows the shallowness of the human mind.The ones he called friends were not friends at all.I can imagine the hurt this man endure after bringing many happiness and joy through his writing to so many only to have the ones he held dear turn away from him.
    I sure will pray for him and hope that this poem you write will bring him some comfort in knowing that there are still a few he can call a freind, you.
    Though sad it was beautifully penned.
    Paul...

  • 15 years ago

    by Christopher Wry

    Yes we can be unkind to each other for reasons that should not matter. You can't catch anything over the internet well may be dumbness.
    Thanks for the idea for a subject.