My phones no longer ring,
For I'm no longer their king,
No more the reason why they sing,
Someone else now plays my wing.
None your line will ever call
Whenever your back is on the wall
Or when from fame you fall
None desires you at all.
When your skies no more rain,
And another usurps your reign,
No one would with you remain,
For from you they make no gain.
When life drags to the mud your name,
Your existence is stripped of fame,
When you're family to shame,
Everyone goes the way they came.
It's hard to find a true friend,
Who would stay with you to the end,
No matter the tempest and trend,
A helping hand they always lend.
Some would fold their arms,
And consciously keep calm,
When you kinda ask them for alms,
Because you're no more 'fam'
But a considerable harm.
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