The Club
A long time ago (at least three weeks past), I was happy and content
I suppose I should have felt good for her, but our friendship had been purloined
I still would see my friend around, (though not as often as before)
Her happiness was clear to all, since she passed thru that magic door.
She was still my friend, the one with whom I could relax and simply just be me,
But every now and then a look would cross her face, her discomfort plain to see
Whatever was going on behind that door which to me was always barred?
What happiness was I being turned back from by the ever present guard?
Then just yesterday, I heard my friend, speaking to a fellow member of the club
The subject of their talk was me, quickly I pricked up my ears
Was I the subject of gossip now, this would confirm my worst fears
Instead, what I heard was my true dear friend, talking earnestly and low
Doing what she could to get me in the club, I felt my heart begin to glow
It is a happy and joyous place to be, and they wanted to have me, too
We are all only human, and from feeling left out (at times) no one is immune