Fair Weather Friends (A Simple Sonnet)
In a perfect world, no place for discord;
A fair weather friend changes with the wind.
Take what they will, give what they can afford;
Leaves me feeling like a means to an end.
Truth be told, they do have a place with me;
See focus I choose, in my preferred lens,
Rolling the credits, no need for marquee.
Grant me multitudes of fair weather friends.
Truth be told, you did not take me to raise.
No call for me to apply pressure here;
Caught at a bad time, going through a phase,
Perhaps my intentions were not made clear.
A host of fair weather friends, bring them on;
Remind me what I said, when they are gone.
Michael Todd (2011)