A Treasure More Prized Than Gold
A friend may not call you every day
Or even email you once in a while.
But a momentary thought of them
Brings to your face a little smile.
The times you laughed until you cried.
The times you cried and held on fast.
A fleeting emptiness that comes when
Too much time has long since passed.
In a lifetime many friends are made.
Some drift away or are lost in time
For those who’ve stayed by your side
There is a bond shared in this rhyme.
To all new friends both new and old,
A treasure more prized than gold.
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2017
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