I have very few friends, but they are good friends (the type, who will never harm me). I know lots of people, but I can count my friends on the palm of my hand. One of them is a distant cousin. I do not consider the rest my friends. I know that people talk behind my back. I am polite and make conversation with everybody irrespective of what rumors are spread about me. I am slowly changing with age. With age, one learns to adopt a dignified silence. Silence is golden.
There are lots of women in the cities. We are not alone in being alone. We might never find soulmates, but we can be friends by being kind to one another.
I type this while sipping my Russian tea with peach blossom flowers. Next time, I will type a poem about friendship.
Suzzie PoetFriends August 29, 2025 at 8:32 pm00
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