Friendship Poem by Rhonda Davis

What is a friend?
Is it another human being that would stand behind you no matter what?
Would they be willing to walk into battle with you should to shoulder?
Do they exist?
What do they look like?
It has been said that no man is an island.
That's a lie.
Friendship is so rare. It can be so hard to care.
Day to day.
Year to year.
Each one separate.
Take time to hear.
Cherish the place called home.
Reach out with empty hands and come!

Ragingheart