Sunday, August 16, 2009

Poem of the day

The Leal

The friends I made have slipped and strayed,
And who's the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot ---
And that's my tale, and theirs.

Then if my friendships break and bend,
There's little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.

- Dorothy Parker