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