So now, ye're my enemy, air ye, Don't want to be friends, no more Sure an' I'm sorry to lose you -- An' close -- a friendship's door! Sure 'n' I was wrong -- I confess it; An' it's right -- sorry -- I be; Sad 'tis, to break up a friendship Like's been had twixt you 'n' me. Don't seem like I could be happy Not havin' ye come to my door -- Sure 'n' this is serious business Twixt friends of years a score! Can't ye do what the Good Book says Forgive, brother, "seven times seven"? Sure it seems I could forgive -- ye -- If it be 'leven times 'leven! Faith 'n' I couldn't come to ye When troubles come crowdin' ag'in! Nor to have ye, when I need ye, -- We'd both be committin' a sin! Faith, 'n' who'd come to me sick-bed, With cool hand soothe me hot brow? I jest as well die -- if that's all ye'd care -- I'll have nuthin' to live for -- now! Come now -- can't we be friends ag'in? Think o' the good times we've had! We've fished 'n' gone swimmin' together Since each was a bit of a lad! And now to see it all ended -- I can't seem -- to -- understand! I'm askin', @3can't it be mended?@1 Holy Jasus! you're claspin' my hand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SHACK DYE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING WALT WHITMAN by HARRISON SMITH MORRIS ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG FAREWELL TO SUMMER by GEORGE ARNOLD ON THE DEATH OF MR. JAMES VALENTINE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |