A True Friend
Every one should have one,
a best friend such as mine.
She is on call when I need her
as well as when all’s fine.
Of course I really try to be
so good a friend as she,
but I wonder in my secret soul
if that I can ever be.
I can tell her my deepest secrets
and know she will not tell.
If I tire when we’re out walking,
She’ll slow and wait a spell.
She is glad when I win accolades,
truly sorry when I lose.
She doesn’t talk of me to others
except to share good news.
She’ll quickly come to my defense
if my good name is slurred
and states that no one should believe
the silly lie they’ve heard.
Friendships must be nourished is
a truth she surely lives
and in misunderstandings
she’s the first one who forgives.
A true friend can be rarer
than the most elusive gem
and my friend is of all friends
at very least ... crème de la crème.
4/20/13
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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