On Friends Poem by Mike Barrett

Why is it
You ask me
What's a friend?
Cannot your tongue
Words for him define?

If this is so,
Then why on me depend -
Since your thoughts, no doubt,
Are different from mine -
But since you ask:

To me,
A friend is a person
You can trust.
Someone who is loyal,
Honest, true -
One who sees, who shares
Your good, your bad
Forgives, forgets,
Still yet remembers!

Few are those persons
You shall find,
Small if you're wise
Keep their number.

Fools alone
Themselves are shallow spread
Thinking friendship
The mere 'Hellos' of many
But Oh the joys
They ignorantly pass by
In not giving to,
Nor holding close
Few only!


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