Rimli Bhattacharya writes

For my friends

I wished them all well, they never cared;
I waited for their calls, they never had time;
I called them several times, they never answered;
I wished them luck, they shrugged it off;
I wished them good health, they didn’t acknowledge;
I was unwell, they didn’t bother;
I call them friends, yes they are, they are my friends;
For I say it’s easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. 

Polite but Indifferent -- Malgorzata Lapsa-Malawska