They are at the doorway to welcome you with open arms when you arrive this accursed planet.
They have got your back when others turn their backs on you.
They stand by you in the cold cloudy night and in the hot sunny day.
They stick with you through thick and thin.
They are not flawless but unique in their way. They are like red roses covered with thorns.
They may be a pain in the butt, they are all we've got.
They spare not your blushes when you are in the wrong but will never condemn or judge you.
They will stand by you while the world deserts you in the fiendish cold.
They raise glasses to celebrate your success and lift you up when you fall.
They wipe the tears off your cheeks when you drown in your sorrows and dance with you in your coronation.
When you get lost in the woods they will go in search of you and throw a lavish party on your return.
They will always be there to keep you warm when you are cold and bathe you with kind words when you're sinking in the deep river of melancholy.
They will shelter you from the scorching sun and shield you from the torrents of the rain.
They soothe your wounds when you get hurt and won't let you bury your head in shame.
They put you on the ladder and watch you climb the pinnacle of success.
When friends turn their back on you, they sticks with you like fly on corpse.
When the world laughs you in the face their shoulder at your beck and call to cry on.
Friends flock around you like fleas in your fame and fortune only to bolt away when the wind of adversity blows near your doorsteps.
Friends will come and go, fame and fortune will vanish into oblivion but they will never walk away.
They will be by your bedside to bid you farewell as you breathe your last.
Tuesday, February 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: family