A True Friend

He was more than the story told of peace and love he was like my gold he was a friend of nothing more than me and person, a spirit and caring thing he is always there for me as I was when I adopted him at fifteen I saw the look in his eyes a sad story with a strong little guy The black coat over him the bold look not very thin the star deep into his eyes the love and strength and all pride he then came home and became mine we were always together and never wasted our time he just played and pushed me down the moments and laughter of being crowed the story begins and always will with a best friend until the end.