An Epigram on Friendship

How sweet is friendship to the friendless wretch! 
‘Tis like a draught that cools a parched tongue: 
A faithful friend’s indeed a heavenly gift, 
But few can suffer for a neighbour’s wrong; 
For friendship fails to feel when self becomes so strong.

I just found myself reading through some old email-threads – conversations with friends – and cannot help but wonder just why some friendships (must) come to an end..

Sometimes I envy the blind for not seeing.
The deaf for not hearing.
The innocent child for not understanding..

..understanding the horrors of life. The pain in living, in leaving..

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