That Extra Mile
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My best friend is like my right arm:
city born with a country charm.
And trying to steer me from harm:
if I stray, he sounds the alarm.
I've grown accustomed to his face:
it's impossible to replace.
For we joke, and at times, embrace:
he's someone I trust in my space.
I feel lucky to have met him,
for he fills my glass to the brim.
And often drops by on a whim;
brightening my day when it's dim.
He treats me with finesse and style;
always going that extra mile.
And never fails to make me smile;
friends for life, till we're both senile.
Knowing he'll always take my part
has bought him a spot in my heart.
And we will never drift apart,
having been best friends from the start.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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