Ode to friendship*

 



No one single deed,

No moment in time

No simple descriptor

Can clearly define

No scales that could measure

Nor words that could lend could capture the essence

What makes a true friend?


A friend is a person

You know will walk in

And stand by your side

Stay through thick and thin

When there’s no one else left

’cause they’ve all turned and walked out

A friend is that one

On whom you always can count


When life throws you curve balls

That knock you askance

And trial, pain and sorrow

Are leading the dance

And shadows are casting, your world all in grey

A friend is the sunshine

Who brightens your day


A friend is that person

Who’ll always stay true

The soul from your past life

You know you once knew

He’s cried for your sorrows

He’s celebrated your joys

His music is calming gentle soothing deep voice

A god given gift

In whom which to rejoice


Thank you dear friend

For the gift that is you

The love that you giveth

Letting me love you too

You are the one person

I’m proud to call ‘Friend’

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