Reflections

I can, in blithe ignorance
Spew insipid judgments
at every chance; on matters I know nothing of
But I do not.
For I know some things are beyond my loft.
Do you?

Some you may call your friends
'Never shalt our friendship end'
Yet when darkness falls
It dims them all
And it is a stranger who holds out his hand.

I never really looked your way,
How then did you know me?
To know the cure was in green tea...