I am always my very best friend.
I laugh at my jokes, stay true to the end.
When trouble shows up, I’m the first to defend
the motives and deeds of my long-standing friend.
But today I learned a very sad fact.
I thought all along my best friend would act
to uphold our agreement, honor the pact,
but when push came to shove, he didn’t react.
So now I’m wondering just what do to.
Disappointment is great, options are few.
Shoud I confront his neglect, say that we’re through?
I’m really confused; I haven’t a clue.
He’ll probably try to make full amends.
He’ll say, “This is not a grave mortal sin.”
But I fear he’ll forget and do it again.
I can no longer be my very best friend.
The moral comes clear as the story ends.
It’s hard to be your own best friend.
So, to myself this counsel I gladly extend:
Try and cat or a dog as your next best friend.
Sonoran Desert Writer 