All I Have In Life

All I Have in Life My joyful 'witchy' friend thinks only good of ev'ryone She taught me how love works conspires constantly with angels; captured my soul in water colors She's the true spirit of friendship My two sensitive new friends have allowed illness to intrude and all I have to give them are paper orchids and good wishes and butterflies of poetry Now I hope they listen to their inner truths They are the reasons for friendship Then there are my false friends They faded like fog from daylight They mystified me, made me feel regret I try, to seldom think of them For they were not friendship I have friends who are drama queens, they add 'delight,' my favourite word, and often they can be as distant as mountains and as purposely absurd I treasure moments with them They are the poetry of friendship I have friends whose children revolve, like tiny planets, around them I have friends filled with passion too deep for expression and some who never seem to lift their heads above clouds of depression They are the longings of friendship I have friends whose expectations, I failed to live out, and so they left I have friends in far away places that I'm always promising to revisit I have friends with whom I share a perfect affinity but with no time left over to spend with me They are the lost potential of friendship I have had really good friends, until our lives drifted apart and all of our longing we kept hidden in our hearts, expressed in imaginary cards and letters we often failed to write They are the regret of lost friendship For me there can be no end to the cycle of friendships -I am certain For all I have to live for is my friends. Suzanne Delaney