I did not write this. It sounds so cold to say it, but I didn’t.
Nobody I know wrote this. The same.
The truth is, I don’t know the author of this poem. It was posted to the discussion board of one of my courses today, and I thought it so moving I had to post it here. It’ll be a good tide-over for my next “real” post.
Obviously I haven’t blogged in a while (more than a week). Since the school year is ending, I have final assignments to attend to, and no time to really sit and think about a meaningful post about last Saturday’s show. (I’m journaling facts, though, and I’ll post the finished piece in a week or two when things slow down.)
So, without further ado, the poem I came here to post:
Two Types of Friends – Real & Simple
A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.
A simple friend doesn’t know your parents’ names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.
A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you to cook and clean.
A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.
A simple friend seeks to talk with you about their problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.
A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.
A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.
A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend knows that it’s not a friendship until after you’re had a fight.
A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!