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.
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