The Leal

Dorothy Parker

The friends I made have slipped and strayed,
   And who’s the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot—
   And that’s my tale, and theirs.

Then if my friendships break and bend,
   There’s little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
   Is faithful till I die.

Next 10 Poems

• Dorothy Parker : The Little Old Lady In Lavender Silk
• Dorothy Parker : The Maid-servant At The Inn
• Dorothy Parker : The New Love
• Dorothy Parker : The Red Dress
• Dorothy Parker : The Satin Dress
• Dorothy Parker : The Sea
• Dorothy Parker : The Searched Soul
• Dorothy Parker : The Second Oldest Story
• Dorothy Parker : The Small Hours
• Dorothy Parker : The Thin Edge

Previous 10 Poems

• Dorothy Parker : The Last Question
• Dorothy Parker : The Lady's Reward
• Dorothy Parker : The Immortals
• Dorothy Parker : The Homebody
• Dorothy Parker : The Gentlest Lady
• Dorothy Parker : The Flaw In Paganism
• Dorothy Parker : The False Friends
• Dorothy Parker : The Evening Primrose
• Dorothy Parker : The Dramatists
• Dorothy Parker : The Dark Girl's Rhyme