YOU CAN'T MAKE OLD FRIENDS

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

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…