If it is to be, it is up to me ...

Is our friendship going to be
like a hair-style that follows the trend?
or is it meant to be
like friendships should have been, dear friend?
Will it grow to be
like an old oak tree, shady and ever green?
will it out-live the sun
and be full of fun?
or will it run like dye
and be like the fly, after a day of living, do die?
Will it be able to stand the lashings of harsh tongues
and sail safely through a hailstorm of norms?
will it be able to bear when friends horn, scoot, and scorn
as our feelings grow strong, wholesome as an acorn?
When that happens, should we stop,
and at the door to our hearts, station a cop?
is it more important, society for to please
or with one's owself, be at peace?
our own feelings, put at ease
to society's wagging tongues, care the least?
But society will not make me turn tail, grow pale, or show my heels
for this is what i feel:
if friendship is to be proven true,
it is up to you;
if friendship is to be,
it is up to me ...