many years have come and gone
I still recall that smile
I have wandered far from home
as mile has led to mile
seasons come and seasons go
until I see the end
then I come to know the loss
of life without my friend
it may be death that steals a life
or distance or neglect
so there should be a lesson there
to nurture and protect
rarer than gold or precious gems
the finest gift of earth
is kinship found with a loyal friend
to grant life deeper worth
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