In the cellar of life, where friendships reside,

Some age like wine, with time as their guide.

Richer with years, a vintage so fine,

A friendship that cheers, like a sublime wine.

Yet, some bonds sour, like milk in the sun,

Turning each hour, until they're undone.

They curdle and spoil, a friendship's dismay,

Leaving a toil, in hearts where they lay.

When laughter fades, and presence a chore,

When joy's bright shades, don't color no more.

It's time to release, let weary hearts mend,

In solitude's peace, we find our ascend.

For life's too fleeting, to bear the weight,

Of ties depleting, the love we create.

Let go of the strain, of friendships that drain,

Embrace the gain, of solace's reign.

So cherish the wine, let milk spill away,

In friendships divine, you'll find your sway.

For those that uplift, that make life a song,

Are life's truest gift, where hearts belong.