2 posts tagged “poetry”

I read all kinds of things, as many of you know.  I came across this poem by Yeats that really spoke to me.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I was thinking the other day about how some friends you have aren't good for you.  As in, why are you keeping them in your circle.  I wrote this.  I waited a couple days, to make sure it at least sort of made sense.

To the Point, Now

Sometimes when the evening is drawing late,
I wonder why I have the friends I do,
who think of their own self and never you.
You end up living as their shadow. Fate?

Do friends guilt you into what they enjoy?
They wish you to be places that you don't,
just because they are quite needy and won't
be alone; they might see their life as void.

They have no drive or interests of their own,
so if you try to explain why you need
to stay home and work on your own great deed,
they will just mock your own work with a groan.

Would it not be better to have good friends
who, like you, want to exercise their mind,
and not just to live their whole life resigned?
Time spent on bad friends is but a dead end.