When you’re sad, you need a friend
One you trust, whose ear you bend
That knows your needs without an ask
Whose patient nature never lacks
The ones I have, though numbered few
If troubled, they come shining through
With words that soothe and reassure
The ease they bring feels like a cure
For hardships that life throws your way
With kind and earnest things to say
Yet they will know to give you space
They understand the time and place
Just when to wait, then to uplift
That intuition is a gift
The only currency enshrined
‘Tween friends like this is deeply mined
For rare and treasured is its worth
Beyond all riches found on earth
Though coveted by serf and king
I shall not trade for anything
My friends, my mates, beyond, above
I honour with these words of Love…
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