Lines inspired by a line in a Dick Francis novel.

Infinite sadness is not to trust an old friend.
Indeed, and sadness is infinite indeed.
Trust is not infinite, and growing old will happen
Whatever.
The words that I say, that I write,
Come winging to you, my old friend,
Down the telephone wires that measure
This land into parcels.
I regret the infinite sadness that comes
From the breaking of trust and
From the lack of confidence in basic
Humanity.
Pain, hurt, anger, all strong words
That should be foreign to the province
Of friends, whether old, or young, or
New.
Infinite sadness is not to trust an old friend
True, but also
Infinite sadness is to lose the trust of any friend.


(c) 2ndwitch (10/09/10)