Once upon a time, a story I did read.
What type of friend you are, it did decree.
The definition was plan. The type of friend you are was based on the time you did remain.
There were several; I can’t remember them all.
I will share what I can recall.
If I remember correctly, one was a week.
Which may sound pretty bleak.
But that week was all it took,
to give one person a new outlook.
There was a season.
And yes, you were the reason for that season.
This problem was much too hard; you could not swoop in and out.
There may have been many doubts.
You can learn a lot about,
someone in a season.
A real friend with no support for treason.
Then, I do believe there was a year.
Enough time to hold one dear.
A bigger issue was at hand,
it took the two of you to man.
The one I remember best of all was a lifetime.
Doesn’t that sound divine?
Knowing someone for all your life.
Being there for the good and the strife.
You can do great things in that frame.
You I credit for my life to remain.
Life can be a mean and evil creature.
You have been an amazing teacher.
I will never be able to thank you enough,
for remaining here on earth.
From time to time, someone else must care,
to make you even dare,
to fix the complex problems in life.
To help battle the strife.
A lifetime friend I know you will be.
Through life, I know we will help each other see.
Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.
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