Two Types of Friends: A Found Poem

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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!

dgw

I am an avid technology and software user, in addition to being reasonably well-versed in CSS, JavaScript, HTML, PHP, Python, and (though it still scares me) Perl. Aside from my technological tendencies, I am also a theatre technician, sound designer, violinist, singer, and actor.

3 Comments:

  1. Hey, don’t look at me. I just found the poem; I didn’t write it. 😀

  2. I disagree with:

    A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
    A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

    If you have a lot of real friends, wouldn’t your refrigerator be empty?

  3. @possible248: Actually one doesn’t generally have lots of real friends, so your refrigerator is safe! (It takes years to develop the kind of trust, rapport, and intimacy required for true friendship.) As the saying goes, we all have many acquaintances willing to come to a party, but only a few good friends who linger after the party… Of course, when it happens, it’s really worth it!

    Isn’t it amazing what a simple poem can inspire? Thanks, dgw!

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