On Friends

Someone you have known for years, who shares your laughter and your tears

Or the person you just met who may just be your best friend yet

Anyone can wear the hat though few bear special note

A friend is precious, rare as gold

Blessed are those who come to know

A kindred spirit’s call, and go

A golden opportunity

For hope and trust and loyalty

In secrets told to hide and hold

Through times of dark and worlds of good

Knowing when to lend an ear or gently wipe a single tear

For chances vanish all too fast

To touch a soul before its past

copyright 12/22/1990

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