My Buddy, My Friend He Is Poem by Heather Z. Hanna

My Buddy, My Friend He Is



My buddy,
My friend he is.
And trouble has found him
So unexpectedly!
No future guarantees
Is all we have to say.
So hold him up I do
When his shoulders sag,
And when he feels better
He gives me true
Assurance,
That I will never ever,
Be forgotten
And ever ere
I shall need him,
A Friend to me
He will be.

(12.29.7 Inner Thoughts)

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