The Elusiveness Of Friends

May it bring,

Solace to a joy

And reason,

As me to annoy

It seems others' grievous fault

But when time makes things tender,

Where words are but

Nothing that thoughts render.

This cycle of being humble,

Is something quite irksome?

That is, what is of apology made.

But such faults,

Are never erased; never raised.

Faults with friendship

With timidity as forlorn.

Friendships are fragile

And are not to be blamed.

But it takes simple prudence,

To accept the flaws,

To bathe alone in golden silver

Without what a friend, a simple friend endows.