Tuesday, June 13, 2017
I won't barter you for all the gold in the Gold coast.
You are the oil that gives light when my lamp is about to go out.
A song for a despondent heart.
A food for a troubled soul.
The map for a desolate journey.
A soothing balm for my fray nerves.
A calm voice in the eye of the boisterous
Always there in my smiles and sorrows.
Sink or swim sticks with me like glue.
Warmth when i'm cold.
There to pick me up when i fall.
Shines the light when I grope in the dark.
The new wine when the old wine goes out.
I will never give you up for all the
pearls in the Pearly Gates.
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship