Friendship of the Kindest Kind
We often speak of 'family and friends,'
Noting that family's first, friends at the end.
But what of the fellow whose family is nil?
For him friendship is vital soil he must till.
At holiday time, when families gather round,
This poor fellow's lonely; his mood's mostly down.
Anniversaries he lacks
They feel like attacks
On his very soul
It just wants to
Crack
And even on birthdays when parties he makes,
His momma's not there to bake him a cake.
You'll be performing the greatest of kindnesses--
I know: Too much of my life that fellow was me.
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