Perhaps not
But you will
At the end
of the poem
that the brightness of
thoughtlessness
one day
will fade
the comfort of foolishness you enjoy
will die
like all lovely things
the glittering laziness
will be forgotten
like all lovely ladies
your miser spending
on thought
will beg a penny
but never mine
though I am extravagant
at this moment
I am in pain
And with bleeding heart
But getting richer
Day by day
With a flower
I blossom everyday
In whose beauty
I drink I bathe
Whose fragrance
A fountain source of pleasure
If it lingers
A little bit lasts longer
Arose the mind
Of you and future
That’s a bonus,
To me that’s an extra
Are you thinking the same
What I am thinking now?
to say only good things in my face
and praise all the time?
and in by back to say
what i did to others
rather i will take you as a politician
for pointing out my regards meted out to others
but never as a friend.