Friends

Friend is a title we often bandy about;
for people that we’ve only just met;
instead of ones we can’t live without;
those who, if gone, we’d truly regret.

To salesmen, a buyer is a lifelong friend;
no matter how little or much he buys;
such friendship, he’ll most likely defend;
til his customer defects, to other guys.

Neighbors are all friends, by geography;
there’s always something to borrow.
I’ll need their camera for photography;
but, I’ll bring it right back, tomorrow.

Friend is a title which must be earned;
not traded for a handshake and smile;
the thoughts within, must be discerned;
you can’t be a friend for a while.

To some people; everybody is a friend;
not met one; who they don’t like;
for some, that friendship, will soon end;
when a “friend,” steals their son’s bike.

Friends are always created; not just born;
proving themselves, when few are found;
in the winter of life they help us mourn;
in darkness, true friends are still around.

A Friend, like a flower, may blossom to love;
for often, true love begins with a friend;
but, any form of friendship, created above;
is one which shall never end.

Monty 2/11/22. # 970