R.S.V.P.

R.S.V.P.


"Thanks, but no thanks," is what you said

I get your drift, our friendship's dead


Your answer's curt,  you're clearly peeved

You wear your hurt on your shirt sleeves


I haven't called and you feel miffed

Sorry that you take offense 


But you want more than I can give


I only asked you to be nice

So worry not, I shan't ask twice


R.S.V.P., so short and sweet 

You're in my trash, I hit delete!

 

There is no more sure way to kill a friendship than to demand that certain expectations be fulfilled.  Friendship, like love, must be freely given and cannot be forced into pre-conceived parameters of behavior.


And like the party, life will go on, with or without you.

 

Be Well and Good Luck!  

Martha Maria

copyright 2012

 

  




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