YOU CAN’T MAKE OLD
FRIENDS
Life’s
journey is a marathon
Not a 100-meter
dash
We all start
as toothless crawling infants
But end up on
the ladder with diverse positions
Some end up
high up the crest
While others
persist to struggle at the base
Just to nail
a position on the ladder
We grow up
not as islands
But with
friends whom we pick up along our paths
Some with
positive influences
While others
come along with strangulating effects
Some fall off
as we grow and rise on the social ladder
While some
cling to us when even when we’re nobodies
In the midst
of all these
One thing stands
for sure
That as moths
to flames
So does success
attract countless plastic friends
Friends
who’re ready to slide with you
When there is
enough oil under your feet
But will be
nonexistent when your oil runs dry
But like old
wine in a new bottle
Old friends
always taste better
Fortunes will
come and will disappear
But with
time, they can be made again
The Ghana
cedi will rise against the US dollar for a brief moment
And fall
against it for longer periods
Yet with
time, it can be made to rise again
You can
attract new friends and praise-singers with your wealth
You can
appeal to bootlickers and sycophants with your fortunes
As you continue to meet new people as you journey through life
As you continue to meet new people as you journey through life
Do your best to stick to old friends
No matter how
poor or wealthy they may be
Irrespective of
how high you’re catapulted on the social pyramid
Or how deep
your pockets may be
Always bear one
thing in mind
That you
can’t make old friends…
