Friends Poem by William Breland

Friends are never earned, for they are a gift from the loving GOD, but you dare not take them for granted, or they will drift away like smoke. A few of my friends, are that of household names, who's names probably won't even rate on the obituaries. Friends come in all shapes color and sizes, Who is your friend? He is someone, you can call at three in the morning, when lost, and with a few words of concern, makes you realize you're not really lost at all. Who is your friend? She is someone you can cling your glass with, and will hold you to her breasts, and sigh softly through your hair, when no other medicine will stop the pain. Who is your friend? They are people, who will catch you when you trip, and with the tender care of thier hearts, will catch you before you fall. Who is your friend? I am..