Friends

They said my actions were puerile

They said my thoughts were ludicrous,

Their opinions received my repudiation

As I was busy building castles in the air,

They said plethora may be perilous

But it seemed a bitter pill to swallow,

Now after a period of cogitation

I have made an inference,

What they said was impeccable,

It’s implausible to befriend all and sundry,

Making a hundred friends is not a miracle

The miracle is to make a sole true friend.