Sometimes, times that count and are rare
I think,thoughts that are funny
Perhaps, and I always find it true
In my past i had more gold medals, but were useless
For in them,and I have proved,was vanity .
I used, and it was a strain,
All I had to plan a future that I saw
Lucrative though,had a survival sense,
Today,happy enough , all the bad gold gave room to my real MEDALS.
Fake friends die the smooth way