{"sf1_id":320016,"sf2_id":"AnK2yw5m","title":"Companionship","author":"Riverweasel","words":1524,"posted_at":"2011-12-25T02:59:00.000Z","tags":["Companionship","Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/320016-companionship","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnK2yw5m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/0e/28/0e28f902-ce1d-4938-9439-f6a5a35762e7","description":"#3 of Poems\n\nAnother poem I wrote talking about the value of having friends to help you along through life.","content":"When you first stumble across a new face in the air\n\nDo you spend the time to get to know them and tell them you care\n\nOr do you just go through your life, never spending a day\n\nOnly caring about you, never about what any others have to say\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIs your life so burdened that there's no room for another\n\nThat you've no time left in your hands and that they're all just a bother\n\nAre their sorrows and struggles to be left to their own heart\n\nLet them drown in the ocean, as long as you get a good start\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLife is too precious to be wasted on anyone else, surely that's true\n\nFor the cliche script of the American dream must continue on cue\n\nNo time for another, no energy can be permitted to be lost\n\nEverything is a stat sheet, time not spent solely on you is a cost\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMarriage is a joke, but at least a good one for the cynics\n\nGo to the alter, say I do, then invite family and friends to the picnic\n\nHave a honeymoon, feel the romance, get pregnant of course\n\nMonths later you realize how shallow your love was, so you go get a divorce\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow the baby has to pay for your lack of responsibility\n\nCollateral damage for your childish promiscuity\n\nBirthed into life, now rejected in volatile brazenness\n\nToo immature to see this could have been avoided negating your laziness\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen will we see the value of a close brother or friend\n\nHow much is money worth, it won't stick with you to the end\n\nSpend years working sixty hours a week, fifty weeks every year\n\nJust so you can show off your materialistic wealth and brag about gear\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhile your family at home falls apart at the seams\n\nThe foundation of your relationships showing multiple cracks in the beams\n\nGrab the booze, take it home, get drunk then get trashed\n\nBut ignorantly wonder in amazement as your life outside of work starts to crash\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLife has lied to us all, said it's all about status and money and backstabbing gains\n\nThat to have all the wealth in the world means an end to your pains\n\nThe fact that so many fall for it and lose their soul is a shame\n\nWhen in reality, the fight to the top is really a fight to not get too badly maimed\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSee how many careers and bodies and families you can throw to the side\n\nJust so you can continue elevating your damned selfish pride\n\nBe better than everyone else, but don't do it by bettering yourself\n\nSimply lay waste to all opposition, then gather their strewn wealth\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn the end you'll be worse than you started, but you reached success\n\nYou have money, a wasted life, and your family's a disastrous mess\n\nYou have no friends, only cohorts and alliances you must always be wary of\n\nThe word companion holds no meaning, and what the hell is love\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou have reached the top, but with nothing left to climb further atop\n\nThe pain you tried to leave behind finally catches up with your stop\n\nThe realization that you have everything but have nothing at all\n\nIs when you notice you haven't succeeded, instead trapped yourself in a wall\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThis wall constricts you, constantly draining you of your life\n\nYou lose your job, then your money, then your dog and your wife\n\nLife gave you it all, now the debt collector is coming for its dues\n\nA temporary loan, an evil banker sitting back in suede shoes\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWho do you turn to, with every relationship in a fifty ton landfill\n\nWhen even waking up every morning is becoming more of a handful\n\nYou know you have no friends, no family, and no one who might care\n\nSo you scribble down a note, tie a rope around your neck and kick out the chair\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPerhaps we all need to take a step back and reevaluate the meaning\n\nShould our lives be about enjoying their beauties, or simply mistreating\n\nTaking every opportunity to inflict pain on another, whether friend or stranger\n\nFailing to realize you're doing the harm to yourself, putting your soul in danger\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOf becoming a fraud, a lifeless wisp in the blustering wind\n\nBlindly sprinting down a path that continues to descend\n\nTowards a cold numbing future of mansions and cars\n\nNever again finding joy at night looking up at the stars\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe all must stop stumbling down this terrible and misleading trail\n\nAnd come to the conclusion that we all can prevail\n\nSuccess, whether false or true, will always come at a price\n\nBut in the end, will your path lead you to the whole thing, or only a small slice\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy friends, wake up, take the blindfold off and open your eyes\n\nFew paths lead to true joy, many others to a hidden demise\n\nYour decisions in life will most likely come as this list reads\n\nBe a loner, demean others, despise yourself or plant seeds\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe first three all lead to the very same inevitable ending\n\nRegret filled decades with life so gleefully rescinding\n\nAll the false joys she trapped you with, the springs silently falling\n\nThe years flailing by, burning your skin, leaving your soul scalding\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut if you plant the seeds of friendship, even if you only plant a few\n\nTaking time out of your life to reach out to another, caring about more than you\n\nIf those years are spent growing those seeds that you planted a while ago\n\nThey will continue to flourish even through the worst rain or heaviest snow\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThose seeds will grow into saplings and then thick trunked trees\n\nCapable of withstanding even a hurricane's great breeze\n\nTogether they will stand against the darkening sky, the tumultuous storm\n\nProviding you shelter against the howling wind, keeping you warm\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHaving someone to stand with as the dark creeps across the sky\n\nWill lessen the pain of disaster when you need to ask someone why\n\nYou'll have the friends and relationships you took years to obtain\n\nMore than ready to be there for you to weather through the tears and the pain\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLet us all remember what this season of Christmas is truly about\n\nIs it about all the gifts you got and how much you can tout\n\nThe greatness of the season is for the sake of the joys of giving\n\nSo why is it that the only thing most focus on is the glee of receiving\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTake the time out of your busy, schedule infested, unbelievably busy day\n\nAnd spend a few minutes contemplating your friends close and far away\n\nTake the time to thank them for all they've put up with, both the good and bad\n\nThat they were there for you and listened during the happy moments and sad\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd if you stop now, taken aback, and think to yourself\n\nThat for all the time you can remember, the only thing that mattered was wealth\n\nThen realize that there is not a time better than right now\n\nTo go back to the dried garden, pick up a hoe and begin to plow\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMoisturize the soil, regain control on your previously misguided life\n\nPlant the seeds you had forgotten, stowed away from your world so rife\n\nWith the misinformation you had been taught since you were a child\n\nMagazines and the media demanding you choose the life they had filed\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStand back and laugh, as the glorious realization\n\nFills you with such an awe inspiring sensation\n\nThe knowledge that life can be so much more than wealth\n\nThe once hidden fact of the true joys of life no longer able to stealth\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor now the summit of the highest peak is there for you to climb\n\nAnd now the successes of life are there, but do keep in mind\n\nThat it is best to shoot for the highest goals, and never be long in rest\n\nAnd that it took far more than just one man to climb Mount Everest\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKeep strong with your friends, for they will do the same for you\n\nAnd the chances of an enjoyable life will drastically increase too\n\nLove is not for the foolhardy, but rather the ultimate test\n\nDo you only have enough to pass by or can you truly hit success\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChristmas is a time for a joyous celebration, a true sign of the spirit\n\nThe best part of it all is not receiving, but rather giving, but I fear it\n\nIs all slipping away from our corporate grasp, its life stripping hands\n\nBut no one has to succumb to the horror of its sadistic plans\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe future is yours, but don't risk going at it alone\n\nIt's hard to solo the harder bosses from their throne\n\nBut bring your friends with you, gather the support and the power\n\nAnd you'll see that even in your worst times, you can still have your finest hour\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/317596-pushing.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/331734-betrayal.json"}}