The Winter Of Friendship Poem by John Sensele

Friendship has flown away
In proportion to the loss of pecuniary muscle
That in my finances has mined its way
Peeling off veils of expediency in their hustle and bustle.

Friendship has grown wings
The moment bucks vanish from the wallet
That magnetizes strings of rings
When extravagance slaps and snaps my monetary mallet.

Friendship has dwindled and swindled
The more the stench of deprivation stung
Causing the exodus of the weak-willed
Who can't harness the wealth concealed in cow dung.

Friendship has grown pale and stale
The more vegetables feature in the menu
In which I regale
Cos I believe greater wealth shall adorn my life anew.