Kindness doled in friendship's wake
is a font that never ends,
and a brittle bond which 'ere would break,
now tempered, lightly bends.

But when bitter hearts cast aside,
and kindness scoffed and spurned,
it leaves a hollow shell inside,
and jealous spirits burned.

For friendship like a banner waved
or a trophy to be won,
without care is quickly frayed
or faded in the sun.

And should kindness call to offer all
but one last chance, revive
the faded heraldry and try
to keep friendship alive,
do not scoff and do not spurn,
the earnest offer true,
for in refusing friendship's reach,
the blame will lie with you.