You’re so polite and always on time. Your smile is bright and lunch is on your dime. You’re thoughtful and smart-- so intellectually inclined. I’m rough-edged, and sometimes offend. I’m moody and fiery; I don’t like to pretend. I might jump to conclusions; I’d rather break than bend. But if you were in trouble, I’d be there on the double. If trouble fell on me, you’d tell me plainly that you’ve got other obligations to your job and your relations. So this message I will send: This friendship must end. I’ve got no use for a fair weather friend.
Wrote this poem three years ago after the end of a friendship.