Most people have a way of making friends <br />That's very queer. <br />They don't choose whom they like, but anyone <br />In some way near. <br />The girl beside them on the factory bench, <br />The girl next door <br />Does. If they move then they forget the friend <br />They had before. <br />I choose the friends who suit me (one I found <br />Shut up in jail)— <br />Some nuns, some clerks, Anne whose beauty was <br />Frankly for sale. <br />Of course I cannot see them every day. <br />That's as Fate sends. <br />Blind Fate may choose my times for me, but not, <br />Oh not, my friends.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/most-people-have-a-way-of-making-friends/
