when i have a friend

that person is my friend.

and so is the other person that is my friend.

if those persons aren’t friends, but are with me in company

then they are now friends.

there is no friend number one or friend number two

just me, and you, and you.

i will not pick or choose

which one i say a happier hello to

‘cuz they are both my friends, and i shall treat them so

not one higher, nor the other low.

if one is wacky and one is shy

they are still both my friends by and by.

so it makes me have a sad day when i approach a friend

surrounded by friends i’ve never met

and they won’t even give a polite hey

or respond in kind when i ask about their day.

this makes my heart feel like it has weights on it

and makes me a little embarrassed inside.

because we’ve had great times and shared laughs

that i’d like to keep sharing

but it’s hard to when they’re mean.

so friends, be friends to all your friends.

love them and they will love you.

no one is cooler than anyone else. that’s silly-willy.

be nice, mmk?