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by Max Orkis
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How can you lose someone, and why
Has there emerged this trend?
I am quite proud to state that I
Have never lost a friend.
I may not be a stand-up guy,
Who am I trying to kid?
Yet I can answer for what I
Unfortunately did.
But what I didn’t do is drop
Somebody down the drain,
Did not forget them at a shop
Or leave them on the train.
I don’t play cards, nor did I lose
A person in the mail,
Did not veer off like ancient Jews
Split by a forking trail.
Some borrow milk and keep the bowl,
A lighter. Friends aren't it.
It's true, my pocket has a hole,
But through there friends won't fit.
A real friend never I mistook
For trash and dumped with waste,
Or left them pressed inside a book,
Nor otherwise misplaced.
That's why I do not buy this verb,
I cannot comprehend -
Though you may kick one to the curb -
How can you lose a friend?
Some friends I did at times defy
While some I double-crossed,
Yet I am poised to say that I
A friend have never lost.
Some out were tweezered like a round
While some I simply shed,
Some still inside my flesh are bound
Unsevered though long dead.
Of some near-dry I have been bled,
While some aside I’d toss,
Some I let go, some stayed unwed -
Still there’s this sense of loss.
It’s love I mourn which none can mend,
It died, I'm the bereaved.
My love for some mendacious friend
Of whom I've been relieved.
Why needn't I appreciate
Friends gone, friends not indeed?
As dear remains just such a mate
Of whom you have been freed.
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How can you lose someone, and why
Has there emerged this trend?
I am quite proud to state that I
Have never lost a friend.
I may not be a stand-up guy,
Who am I trying to kid?
Yet I can answer for what I
Unfortunately did.
But what I didn’t do is drop
Somebody down the drain,
Did not forget them at a shop
Or leave them on the train.
I don’t play cards, nor did I lose
A person in the mail,
Did not veer off like ancient Jews
Split by a forking trail.
Some borrow milk and keep the bowl,
A lighter. Friends aren't it.
It's true, my pocket has a hole,
But through there friends won't fit.
A real friend never I mistook
For trash and dumped with waste,
Or left them pressed inside a book,
Nor otherwise misplaced.
That's why I do not buy this verb,
I cannot comprehend -
Though you may kick one to the curb -
How can you lose a friend?
Some friends I did at times defy
While some I double-crossed,
Yet I am poised to say that I
A friend have never lost.
Some out were tweezered like a round
While some I simply shed,
Some still inside my flesh are bound
Unsevered though long dead.
Of some near-dry I have been bled,
While some aside I’d toss,
Some I let go, some stayed unwed -
Still there’s this sense of loss.
It’s love I mourn which none can mend,
It died, I'm the bereaved.
My love for some mendacious friend
Of whom I've been relieved.
Why needn't I appreciate
Friends gone, friends not indeed?
As dear remains just such a mate
Of whom you have been freed.