FRIENDSHIP

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    FRIENDSHIP

    Who or what can I call a friend?

    Who or what will not wither in the end?

    Who are what is there for me in any mess?

    whether it's maddening or disaster stress?

    friendship is mortared in our heart o hearts;

    it binds but thether not, nor would it fall apart.

    It gives and serve withou fail

    it heeds our littlest call without rail.

    when friendship is hurt with sullen curt

    it firmly stands, and does not yield

    it bears words unkind and unfeel,

    it's humanity, it's giving and not hurt.

    friendship is made of substance spiritual

    it brings tidings truth essential

    of harmony and amity it is made

    trials and tribulations trhough, it'll never fade.

    friendship brings joy or cry

    it's all of opposites, sometimes with a sigh.

    it'll never neglect or  disdain your plight

    if your wrong, it'll never say right.

    a friendship true is rare to find;

    it]s a world superficial and unkind.

    when there's a need, a friendship will heed

    to lessen a pain or share a gain

    a friend's thoughts are not of the "I"

    but is of shared tranquility and is readily nigh

    in times of want and comfort need

    it'll be there to succor or heed

    it's an honor and a privilege too

    to be counted in your very few

    who's will to be there and to care

    beyond the personal and world's fare.

    who or what upon can i depend?

    to call a friend now, and till the end?

    and who or what sees me a friend

    worthy of trust and divinely lend?

    Am i there to care and never snare?
    whether i be burdened , too heavy to bear?
    Am i prepared to give and the truth declare?
    and smile and be thankful for the selfless care?

    my friend, you will be bosom near
    a guest in every thought holds dear
    now you know my spiritual path
    friendship true is eternity wrought.

       

     

     

     

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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