Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

Friends

They love you
When you defend them
They run
When you need a helping hand

Real ones are there in total silence
Called the silent ones
To massage the pain
Inside
Of a wounded soul
They were there long ago
They are there now in the snow
Holding hands
Never letting go
Friends

Wiping tears
Striking fears
Praying for good cheer
Please me lord
Serve me one more beer

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Andrea Dietrich January 24, 2018 at 11:51 PM This is really nice. The last line gave me a chuckle. I see you got a POTW. Congrats.

Connie Marcum Wong January 4, 2018 at 5:46 AM Congratulations on having this tribute to true friendship honored with POTW Arthur. I wish you a very happy New Year! : )

Tim Smith January 1, 2018 at 8:26 AM Whoop

Rhoda Tripp December 30, 2017 at 1:26 AM I'm sorry if a "friend" has done you wrong, Arthur. Hope this is fiction. Interesting write though. Well written.

James Swartz December 28, 2017 at 9:18 PM A too true poem. Your words are sad because they are true. I know you have great friends Arthur because you are a great person.

Sara Ella December 27, 2017 at 8:08 PM <3 Art This is so sad! True friends are like family - they are there for the good, the bad and the ugly!

Akkina Downing December 27, 2017 at 4:42 AM That last line is awesome :) and true, some friends are just there to use you for their needs, but the real one sticks no matter :)

Charlie Smith December 26, 2017 at 1:37 PM One more for the snow, I suppose, good one Arthur...

Tim Smith December 26, 2017 at 9:03 AM Your true friends stand by through thick or thin, steal your beer and make you grin.

Agnes Krampe December 26, 2017 at 7:49 AM I hope you will always have some good friends by your side, arthur.

Arturo Michael December 26, 2017 at 3:49 AM Cheers. pass a cold one here... Irie, nice poem...good vid too