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A Friend By Any Other Name



Friendship.
A state not lightly entered into.
Might as well be considered matrimony.

Gone seem the days of those you can
wholly trust.
Some new friends
exact a price in emails and the book
and think they're just-
ified in their feelings.

Some play, not so nice.
Social media's got real dice
and you take a chance with
the less tightly-wrapped.
Less familiar with manners
than smack.

Cellphones are mere scanners
and instruments of malicious exaggeration
of facts.
Unschooled in kindergarten, friends might be
more up on the slang, the slap
of turn-coats. Possess all the loyalty of
feral Tom cats. Though the manners of a cat
fare far better. Yes.

Sometimes I long for the days
of the letter. Or the land telephone.
Making sure the messages reached homes.
And people were more like people.

Instead of this "I Annonymouse cra*."
Thinking we're clever whenever we
give the coldest shoulder but
lack
the courage to deliver it
personally.



Copyright February 13, 2012. All Rights are RESERVED by this Author.
Melissa A Howells Meloo/Tilt-a-World








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