My Friends Are Depressing Me

There is nothing more special

Than the help of some friends

To get you by when you need it the most

And their comfort in words

Some I’ve already heard

Are a scratch in the back of my throat

So they dance and they laugh

Toss a drink to the past

And now she is no better than he

But I feel so perverse

I can’t feel any worse

My friends are depressing me

They choose great success

Almost more than the rest

Of the kids I had known years ago

It’s unlike them to say

What they do everyday

It’s unlike me to not really know

Though I tend to their needs

And I treat them with trust

I gift them my home with a key

They’ve all been to college

And I’m blessed with their knowledge

Still, my friends are depressing me

They talk about things

The way Sinatra sings

Whirlwinds, perhaps dynamite

They drink coffee grinds

From metropolitan times

And they stay up almost every night

I don’t mind the company

When things grow quite quiet

I don’t mind the coffee or tea

And I don’t mind the sarcasm

Kindness or cruelty

My friends are depressing me

October 25, 2010