When my pockets were full and I had a fat bank account, I had friends who could not stand me.

As my funds dwindled and the smoke cleared...mysteriously, so did my new found fame.

Then there were those who had been there all along. Those who could have cared less about me. I guess they were there to pick up the scraps. Now, they too have disappeared.

Who was left???

The ones who couldn't have given a damn whether I had anything or not.

The ones who I couldn't get rid of if I had tried.

The ones who really did get on my nerves.

The ones who really did love me.

The ones who really did give a damn.

Who Gives A Damn©
EdwinBrown9®™
4/16/15