That Extra Mile
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My best friend is like my right arm,
city born with a country charm.
And trying to keep me from harm,
when I stray, he sounds the alarm.
Because he always takes my part,
he's earned a spot within my heart.
Anchoring dreams that drift apart,
he'll share a joint and won't bogart.
I've grown accustomed to his face,
someone I trust; he's found his place.
We shake hands and sometimes embrace,
he's impossible to replace.
I'm fortunate to have met him;
he fills my glass right to the brim.
And oft dropping by on a whim,
he brightens my day when it's dim.
He makes me feel my life's worthwhile,
always going that extra mile.
We like to make each other smile;
we'll be friends till we're both senile.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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