My Best Friend

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    My Best Friend

    Anybody who is somebody has to face tough times that come without end.
    Some small some large some thats hits you like a stone
    Thats why its always good to have someone you can call a true friend.
    someone to confide in who lets you know your not alone.
    A true friend stands beside you through thick and through thin
    Never turning a back on you if things dont go as planned.
    Learning each and every day the new things that life brings in.
    As if a flower bloomed,one day our friendship began.
    Whenever feeling down or stuck in a bad situation alone        
    just ask yourself whats the plan,im tryin so hard again
    You think so hard and try so hard but still go to the phone.
    Then you hear on the other end"its ok your not alone its me your best friend"
    Always there to lend a hand or just being there to listen,
    Anyone can claim that status but its a hard place to fill,
    There's lots you must do in order to build that trust within
    if you dont have time to help another now then you never will. 
    Bestfriends are more than visits once or twice a year.
    Its the kind that takes lots of time each day.
    No matter what, you find the time to share laughter,love,and tears.
     And even if your together everyday there is always more to say.
    Nobody can take the place of a friend who is that true,
    but you both will  have the same love for each other
    a bond noone could ever break through
    My best friend is special and is there before my mother.
    She never turned her back on me or pushed me away
    instead was right beside me with a hand holding mine.
    To get you a best friend like mine just go and pray
    But im glad i have her but she was so hard to find.

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    BlackButterfly1 commented on My Best Friend

    08-31-2010

    This is very touching. I lost my best friend of 18 years to her husband. Once she got married she replaced me with him. Thanks for writing this.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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