Empty Hands / Solitude is My Friend

With many wealth, much friends live near by,
But by the Natures rule, Nothing lasts forever,
So does the wealthy & High life.

During the High time, those Friend's in need are helped
At their low time, the wealthier extends his Generosity

But when we run out of all goods] & richness,
The people Friend's who do we expect the same help

Turn their faces back / distanced us from them.
At their tables, we become the odds.

In Desperate and low time, when asked for help from those we helped earlier,
They are, either busy with their life, [so busy, they just can't answer our calls, neither would return the calls]

As time goes by, and when we start rising / suddenly the same Friend's will soon have time to call/ and will have time hangout

Life is such a short journey,
But whit such friends / Life is becomes miserable

I learned my lessons well..

"Never prioritize friends, Keep them away - Be Selfish"

Better have enemies, than friends, who only keeps company to gain what good you may have

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This Poem is dedicated to my Friends, who Ruined my life / But with those hardships, I have learned a lot and will Grow Stronger .