Don't we ought to have friends?

In conversation with a friend recently

I rethought these two poems

My friend threw me away 

My friend threw me away 

the other day 

Suddenly from being great 

I was ‘non grata’ 

Maybe it wasn’t sudden at all, 

from the moment 

we met 

I was being dumped. 

I should have seen the signs 

if only I had known 

what the signs 

might have been 

If only I knew now 

what happened then 

I could avoid 

doing it again 

But I am puzzled 

at why one day 

I was his friend 

and then I wasn’t 

I don’t have 

enough friends 

that I can afford 

to be thrown away 

But, rubbish does not 

climb out of the bin 

Unless the owner realises 

he has thrown way 

a treasure! 

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I threw away my friend the other day 

I threw away my friend the other day 

and couldn’t get him back. 

Before I’d turned to walk away 

the rubbish van 

had scooped the garbage up 

and taken it away. 

I wrote a letter 

but they would not give it back to me, 

“I accidentally threw a precious gift away 

Can you get it back?” 

I’m sorry sir, they replied, 

if we were to answer every request 

to rescue rubbish 

then we would never collect any. 

“But it isn’t rubbish!” 

I said emphatically. 

Then why, they said, 

did you throw it away? 

Why indeed?