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POETRY
Fading Bonds
From Kinship to Cold Shoulders
In shadowed alleys of once known love,
Where bonds of kinship used to move,
The truth recedes, hope’s string does sever,
Time hands me to a traitor, forever.
A friend of countless, deceitful guise,
No shepherding heart, no empathetic eyes,
I’ve known brothers, to whom I was true,
But fleeting is their loyalty, like morning dew.
When wealth graces my side, they’re near,
But when hardships beckon, they disappear.
Their love lasts only as our meetings ensue,
And when needs are met, our bond they undo.
If I rise and need none, their warmth grows cold,
Punishing me for a strength, so bold.
But he who leaves, for another’s riches’ call,
Knows neither true wealth nor poverty’s fall.
Pure bonds are for Him, untouched by sin,
In vice, true kinship grows thin.
For every wound, there’s a balm to find,
But a sour temperament? No cure in kind.
Neither joy nor despair, eternally stays,
Both fade with the passing of days.
Should I break a pact with a close confide,
Remorse and shame, in me, reside.
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