PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Beauty and greed are the faults of my creed

but nothing holds over an old friend in need

in times of cruel hardship and total despair

it is forever a blessing to have that one there

throughout the span we've had our falls

the cries and strikes the drunken brawls

even still i couldn't bear to let this thing die

or never again shall I laugh till I cry

a silly bastard you might be

yet in your presence I am free

I won't forget our discontent 

for It gives me faith and pays the rent