SOMETHINGS MONEY CAN'T BUY..........A THINKING POSTCARD.

This busy life takes away lot more than we've got
This quest for more makes us a helpless lot.
In family & friends we pay a heavy price 
Precious time we lose, in the name of fame and rise. 

AN ODE TO MY FAIR-WEATHER FRIENDS !!

If you are reading this . Remember all the good times we had together, the musketeer spirit - "one for all, all for one" we thought would never go away. Alas !!!

you call yourself a friend, still unwilling to make amends
you say I sympathize, it's sad what happened, it wasn't right
you say I care, sorry got too busy and I wasn't there

Hey! stop playing these little games I hate
Would rather wait then to have you as my mate
I've been sittin' waitin' thinkin' all this while
why does it happen, why people are so full of guile
good times bring friends like you in plenty I know now
I have learnt my lesson well, you may go now
don't look back, don't you bother
and stop calling yourself my compadre, my brother.