Friends Poem by Richard Betts

I wish my old friends were truer,
And I wish I were truer to them.
Everything I know now,
I wish I knew way back then.

I've learned some friends will disappoint you,
Other times, it's you who will fail.
Some friends will move to other cities,
Others will walk the Appalachian Trail.

As time rushes by quickly,
And our memories fade and soften.
I remember those days,
And think of you often.

And if I seldom see you,
Or our paths never cross again.
I will count myself lucky
To have had you as my friend.

As days turn to years,
And years pass in a blink,
No matter what we do or who we become,
Our lives are forever linked.