Julius Babarinsa


Who Is Your Best Friend? - Poem by Julius Babarinsa

Everybody needs friends, we all have friends
Some friends are closer to us than our families
If we happen to fall, there are friends to pick us up
What will our life be without friends?
There are many categories of friendship
There are casual friends, bad friends and good friends
The question here is – who is your best friend?
Friends who can turn your tears into laughter
Is your wife your best friend?
I mean the friend you go to
When you need honest advice
Is your husband your best friend?
I mean the friend who knows you
More than you know yourself
Is your brother or sister your best friend?
I mean the friend who always assists you
To solve difficult personal problems
Is your father or mother your best friend?
I mean the friend you feel safe to keep secrets
Are your in-laws your best friend?
I mean the friend you can tell anything
Is your boss or co-worker your best friend?
I mean the friend who can cover you up at work
Is your son or daughter your best friend?
I mean the friend you use as sounding board
For all your confidential and private thoughts
Is your former classmate your best friend?
I mean the friend who cheers you up on bad days
Whoever may be your best friend, remember that
A friend in need is always a friend indeed


Comments about Who Is Your Best Friend? by Julius Babarinsa

  • Rookie Jessica Orrillo (4/29/2006 7:00:00 PM)

    This poem I have e-mail it to my best firend. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Sait Jaw (6/10/2005 3:27:00 PM)

    This poem is really great i enjoyed reading it i wish my friend will read it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 4, 2005



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