Cold Shouldered

The people I once knew well, deemed me crazy
and said I was a person of extremes.
One day I was happily sliding down rainbows,
and the next I was depressed with my dreams.

They, my old friends, have all deserted me,
because my reasoning made no sense,
but I understand perfectly well my conclusions,
and I was never one to sit on the fence.

Sometimes, I may well change my opinions,
but only when I’ve given more thought.
After all, the world is a theatre of changing situations,
where new ideas are considered and thwart.

It’s a shame my old friends choose to ignore me,
and their cold shoulder I regard as a joke.
I think it was the lack of my communication skills,
that made them misunderstand the words I spoke.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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