#fairweatherfriend
We’ve [all] gone [too] far—
Reached the tippity-top.
Of a plane.
Of a satellite.
Of a mountain.
The [highest] to go [in life]
Above
Life
Like an Angel just made
Or an Angel creating another Angel—
“How many Angels can dance on the edge of a pin?”
I say “edge”, as in, we are all on edge
:The fringes of society
Trying to make sense of it all
:The dangers, and how we are all drawn to
The end.
Like a pen to it’s period.
At the end,
Though,
It is just “farewells for now”.
Like a fair-weather friend
Knowing the end
Of the[/this] relationship.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
A fair-weather friend
No care clever
Comes back again
Life goes black — guillotine
If happiness lacks — fear indeed
Digs up the seed
You cry and plead
A non-religious creed
Claims you impede
But all connection is artificial
Not a thing is crystal
Clear that true connection may be sincere
“STAY AWAY!”
Maybe It’s fear
A frightening reflection of sobbing tension in your mirror
Lightening conviction and they’re nowhere near
Making amends — forever against
Never friends — ongoingly tense
Dread soothing blood red
Be careful where you tread
And be wary of a fair-weather friend
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC