I used to feel like a kite
Meandering in the skies;
No way to sit tight.
I hoped to form some ties
With my fellows in flight
But few were deserving allies
Less were worth the fight.
I've since learnt to be wise
Why try to cure the blight
When there's better enterprise?
There are friends, and then there are acquaintances. Not everyone is worth the effort, and that's alright.