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Ode to My Former Pal
Were we ever really friends?
Because it is so easy for you to cast me off
Lay me aside while convenience isn’t available to you at the moment
I may be sensitive
But it hurt
And the fact that I know you are aware of it, while nonchalant
Proves my previous sentiment to be true
You were never really my friend.
Sure we’ve had some laughs
And we’ve come to each other’s aid
But you’ve never seen me as really relevant.
No!
I never really mattered
The same thing I listened to you complain about in others
I see right now in you
I apologize for thinking it was sincere
Please know
I will not make that mistake again
Because I’m not a fair weather friend
Sure I’ve had my moments
But I’ve always been just
But you
You don’t get it
And you say I have a lot to learn
You may think this is amplified
But I am justified in getting this off my chest so I can move on
And get over it
I can let it go
See I can still be cordial, respectful and polite
But that doesn’t mean I will go back to being on your team
We will be like passing trains in the night
I will be on my side
You will be on yours
If I see  you down
I’ll stop and help you up
But after you’re standing
I will keep on walking
Not for vanity and spite
But for sanity and pride 

Written By: Melinda Y. Sanders
Copyright 2010

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