The task was loathsome; the victory, sweet!
All ‘friends’ assembled, the victor to meet.
All his winnings they helped him spend,
For he called each one of them, ‘my friend’.
The tables turned; our hero had a downfall,
Those who knew him came – one and all,
He looked up and saw the jeering faces,
They belonged to those he called ‘my friends’
The very ones who enjoyed with him in the lofty places!
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