What new friends does the day bring?
One for one thousand acquainted.
Still, how true does friendship ring?
False as rusted steel is tainted.

Peer past the pretense of pleasantry.
Pursue the pith of their personality.
Perchance, you'll perceive the palsied glee
Pervading the pact you protect so passionately.

Friendship, true and bright,
I am afraid doesn't exist.
Not tonight, nor in any light.
It's era, we've missed.

Do we then despair?
Simply lay down and cry?
Nay, from life we won't shy,
This world's ours to bear.

Yet a burden more wondrous, a task more joyous
I dare you to find. Duty that eases the mind.
If for an age you discuss, it can't be done, thus
Rejoice ye mankind, your fate is far from maligned.