Very comonly we are defined by the people whom we assosiate ourselves with. sometimes this is an accuate assumption, other times it is not.
A Friend of the wise
The author of glee
The sparkle of eyes
What we all want to be
The companion of laughter
To counsel a king
To love and speak after
Be part of what the best brings
But really, who are we
For what are we known
Are we all that we can be
And can it all be shone
Their mind set, the picture
How our lives are viewed
By all those who see us
Is just crooked and crude
They catch us in moments
That don’t rightly define
They deem us with labels
That ought not to be thine
The companion of fools
will suffer much loss
But the friend of the wise
Will from good to best cross
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