e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Fairweather friends

Happy like a dog with two tails
Jumping around bond bosom trail
For a friend I always bend the rule,

A million friends and a million brew
Not even one, when the storm grew
Could help or aid my breakthrough.

I’ve been bruised and shackled in pools
By drowning friends, I tried to pull
After all that, I stayed as a fool

I thought the door swings in two ways
During the thick, thin and wrinkles
A lot of my friends forgot my name.

Be careful of the friends you make
Some are mosquitoes by the lake
Hanging around to always take.

Many are nothing but a green snake
You can learn from my mistake
All stretched hands, are not for handshakes.

© 2019 http://vinzpoetry.WordPress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

5 Comments

  1. I love your poems.
    Is there perhaps a connection between the black snake wrapped around the lady and the green snake described in the poem

    Liked by 1 person

    • Vinx says:

      Lol
      Thank you dear Claudine.

      I picked the pic not in connection with the green snake described in the poem but to narrate the unawareness of her pose hence correlating it with fairweather friends and an individual.

      Like

  2. Ella says:

    Wow, I felt this.

    Liked by 1 person

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