Heart felt Hurt spelt

Many years ago we may have met,
Or it may have been a few years back.
Whatever, pay heed to the lines I set.
Then you may step out, out from the dark.
Our friendship blossomed over time,
Suddenly we find ourselves distanced.
Our ways part like leaves in a gale.
Before you decide on the way you tread,
Listen to this plea of a friend.
You have turned a cold, cold shoulder,
A cold shoulder to my advice.
In you has pride strongly stirred,
Pride without basis and without light,
You seem determined to tread your own path.
Your road may have been set,
All laid out at your feet,
All laid out and stretching into the distance.
Your doom may have been set
Set, such that words of mine may alter it not.
Your ideas are your own, but still,
As a friend, I have to tell you this,
Listen to all that is spoken,
Take it not unto thy heart.
Words spoken by you are spoken,
Spoken in jest as you think....but,
Think about the others...how they suffer inward.
You might just try to help someone,
To them it might be more of trouble.
Others' matters are best left alone.
Last but not the least, my friend,
Do good and think good, for good begets good.
So farewell my friend, till you understand,
Understand the lines I have set.
Farewell till we meet some other day,
A day you understand me and the world,
Farewell and fare well in life, but.....
But never forget this little bit,
Wherever or whatever may you be,
You still have a friend in me.