Friends



Casual friends chat about the weather
And never spend any time together,
They wave at you and say hello
But that’s about as far as they go

Fair weather friends like it when the sun it out
But when it rains they’re nowhere about,
Fair weather friends will share a beer
But when trouble hits, they disappear,

Fickle friends can’t make up their mind
Wishy washy and not always kind,
They are always waiting for another bus
Those kind of friends are not worth the fuss

True friends are always there for you
They pick you up when you’re feeling blue,
Dependable, loyal and ready to share
They are the friends who really care,

True friendship is a seed that has been planted
Nurture it well and don’t take it for granted,
If you tend it carefully, it will grow
And blossom even in the snow.

Comments

  1. Debbie D. August 13, 2014 at 7:02 AM

    You've described the various aspects of friendships so cleverly in verse. Love it, Cathy! Thanks for joining the Blog Carnival too. ☺

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    1. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 8:55 AM

      Thanks, Debbie. Loni pointed out that virtual online friends are in a different category. They're not casual friends and not true friends but somewhere in between as we don't see each other every day and know each other that way but we can still share and be supportive to each other.

      I was happy Corinne did her magic and let me join the blog carnival as I was slow getting the poem done.

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    2. Debbie D. August 14, 2014 at 11:26 AM

      Yes, I responded to the online friends comments as well. I can honestly say that two are real friends, after having met them in person. Also met a third one and that was a bit disappointing, but we still talk once in awhile. I'm glad Corinne reopened the link too. ☺

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  2. AnonymousAugust 13, 2014 at 7:07 AM

    I think I've had a friend of each type and fortunately more in the "true friends" category. Loved the verse. :)

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    1. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 8:53 AM

      Thanks for your kind words. Yes, true friends are the best for sure!

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  3. Loni TownsendAugust 13, 2014 at 8:09 AM

    Another wonderful poem! I guess internet friends fall into the casual friend category? Or does virtual time count?

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    1. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 8:52 AM

      Gee, good question, Loni. I should have included online friends as they are a different category altogether and deserve their own special poem. I wouldn't say they are the same as casual friends and yet they are not true friends since we don't see them in person, but they are somewhere in between. I find my online friends often know me better than my offline ones do.

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    2. Debbie D. August 14, 2014 at 11:22 AM

      This is a bit of a grey area, yes? I have met three of my online friends in person and two of them were great. The third, well, let's just say, it wasn't as wonderful as I thought it would be, but we still keep in contact. Not as frequent though.

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  4. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 8:58 AM

    There's always a friend of each type... but only really ones only get his true type ones. Loved this.

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  5. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 9:15 AM

    I think you nailed every kind of friend! I definitely have more of the casual assortment than any other. ♥ Brilliant.

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  6. AnonymousAugust 13, 2014 at 9:23 AM

    Beautiful Cathy! Loved the words! :)

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  7. Swathi ShenoyAugust 13, 2014 at 9:27 AM

    You have managed to capture the essence of different types of friendships beautifully through this poem Cathy! Perfect :)

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  8. IndywritesAugust 13, 2014 at 10:34 AM

    This is the complete truth about friendship. Such perfect words.

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  9. UnknownAugust 13, 2014 at 6:42 PM

    Through your poem you have beautifully categorised friends. Fair weather friends are the most dangerous.

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  10. Tina BasuAugust 13, 2014 at 10:41 PM

    you have expressed so many facets of friendship. great

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  11. Shailaja VAugust 14, 2014 at 12:12 AM

    Such a well- told poem. And so very true. I have actually had a good mix of all the friend types you mention. I wonder what kind I am ;)

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  12. ChocolattezAugust 14, 2014 at 4:33 PM

    fabulous!!

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  13. UnknownAugust 15, 2014 at 8:00 AM

    Aaawww- that was a beautiful poem Cathy dear ! Aren't the true friends just the best there is... And the others ones r ok too... What would the world be without friends?

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  14. myinnerchick.comAugust 19, 2014 at 12:07 PM

    Lovely.
    I thank God for my "True, Root Friends.

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