Dennis Dames


Poem My Friends


My friends are my friends
no matter what
All of my amigos can be kind;
some are more so than others
Many of my comrades are understanding;
a few of them can be unusually difficult at times
Not much of my familiars are selfish,
most are considerate and caring
All of my buddies are my intimates;
they are the ones I call pals
Many of my sidekicks are usually lively,
a couple are boring indeed
An insignificant number of my chums are like zombies;
living but dead in character
All of my pals possess a warm and unique smile…
none is angry for too long
Friends are not perfect individuals…
or objects of convenience
Whatever is the case…
my friends will always be my brace!

Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2003

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