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Thursday, May 01, 2008

Sonnet CXXII

A true friend shall not use you for their aims
or curse you if you fail to serve them well.
A true friend isn’t jealous of your fame
or bitter, hearing new successes swell.
A true friend does you favours. And the game
the others play of selfish playback quells.
A true friend loves you through your flaws and frays
and comforts you in sickness and in Hell.

Does such a friend exist? I must say no.
It’s nice to think one has a friend like that.
But all of us have plans and goals and dreams;
we can’t serve others faithfully and know
the friendship’s symbiotic. Some are that,
but most reciprocate the very least.


  1. Of course there are friends that fit my description in this sonnet (i.e. all of you, my lovely, loyal, mostly female readers :P) However, from some of experiences comes a certain bitterness...and it's expressed here :)

  2. "and comforts you in sickness and in Hell."

    "in sickness and in Hell" is a pun, referring to the marriage vow thing..."in sickness and in health", representing how a good friendship is somewhat reminiscent of a "marriage", in a way.


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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