I do not like fair weather friends Who seek the sun to suit their ends



*I DO NOT LIKE*
I do not like fair weather friends
Who seek the sun to suit their ends
But should the slightest cloud appear,
They are the first
To disappear!
Still, long as the sun's standing high
They'll stand by you until you die,
Until your lungs exhale their last
To send your flag
Flying half-mast!
Their eulogies praise your deeds
When your will reflects their needs,
While those who stand all the stress,
Are too often
Valued less!
Good friends are rare as is moon rock!
More precious than the hallowed stock
That lines the walls of Heavens’ high
Where those anointed
Sit and sigh!
I do not like fair weather friends
Who seek the sun to suit their ends
But should the slightest cloud appear
They are the first
To disappear!

RAJA CHANGEZ SULTAN


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