Friendship
Happy days and far gone times
Live on forever in our minds
We travel back and visit them
Living all of them once again.
For us there were many days
Sharing is what made them great
Each of us had our trevails
We told each other of our tales.
We helped each other to get through
By being there and being true
For friendship is not a passing thing
Not just a thought not just a fling.
It is a bond not readily bestowed
It's not a debt that is owed
It is a gift given only to those
Whose common committment we uphold
I am proud to call you my friend
I stand committed to the end
For wherever life takes we two.
Know I'll always stand with you
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