MY FAIR WEATHER FRIEND

Life on two lines that you see
Set a scale to perceive me
The truth lies not in that trend
Read between the lines my fair weather friend

Rain is beautiful, so are people drenched
A bland contradiction I stand at an end
See the light under the sun of March End
The Sweat is me, My fair weather friend

There are roads to destinations you know
Moments at the end of the road your crave
Did you enjoy the exalting roadside tea that was my blend
That lingering life is me, my fair weather friend

There are names on the boards of that beautiful colony
A pride riding on the flowers that adorn the road end balcony
Did you spare a thought to that skillful hand
That hand is me, my fair weather friend

Morsels are gold in that wretched slum
Dogs are men or Men are Dogs with bottles of rum
Do you see that rigged electricity in the house of that bum
That stolen light is me, My Fair Weather Friend.