As soon as his last friend had gone,

He felt, for the first time, alone,

With no one to make sense of life,

Nobody to call on the phone.

When he called out in need of help,

Or roared like a lion in pain,

Who would be there to listen now?

Who would ever listen again?

The service had been a comfort,

The vicar was well up to speed,

But the empty chair by his s...

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A friend of mine once said these words to me:

‘All friends are just a waste of space.’

(I wondered why he was my friend!)

‘They’re unreliable, you see.

They let you down and disappoint

And put your nose right out of joint.

They claim to love, but in the end,

You can’t believe what’s etched upon their face.’

‘Their comradeship is no more than a front.

They all end up...

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