Friend to Foe

As the days roll by, Slowly becoming years, Your feelings trickle down your face, Then I see – they are tears. The feelings you have for friends Who have let you down, Make you feel so used – A lake in which you may drown. Some indiscretions that Could change our minds Pass within distance As if we were blind. As you turn your back Feeling somewhat cold, The friend you once harbored Was really but a foe. July 14, 1986