A good friend of mine -
I knew him all too well -
Posed to me a question one night.
He asked me, with all honesty;
“Will I ever be great?”
I replied, to his eye;
“No, friend, you will not.”
I never thought he would do what he did:
Placed his drink down,
Half empty by now;
Stood, turned,
Walked away.
“Two drinks, please. One a half-whiskey.”
...Friend, to me, you are great.
Friends
A sonnet I wrote in reflection.