The first lesson in life there’s not a soul you can depend
You’re standing on a slope and you think you have some friends
You see an edge of hope and you try to rope it in
You have a moment, feast on it, and hope it never ends
You build it up, then break it down, and wish it works as it intends
Laughing all the way while you write your long amends
This will be enough, you hope, to finally settle all the winds
Soon you’ll find it shocking there’s even less who attends
Apparently you’re not the only one who pretends
You shouldn’t ignore lessons that the uni recommends
I gave it to you straight but you took a thousand bends
Now you have a list of a lot of ex-girlfriends
© Delia Ross. 2019
