The Friend Ship

When I think of friendship…I rather like the notion that we are captains of our own ships that sail across the ocean As we grow our ship grows with us at a slow and steady rate growing longer, wider, stronger the more friends we accumulate. As we sail across life’s ocean…we find from day to day new friends board at different ports…while old ones disembark along the way. Some return to visit to share a memory…a laugh, a cry because there’s always room aboard our ship for those who’ve said goodbye. For once we’ve made a friend…it doesn’t matter how or where or when the friendship reignites when our sails cross again. And some friends, if we’re lucky sail with us forever… through oceans vast and wide… and we’re filled with a sense of happiness knowing they are by our side… Knowing we can count on them no matter what waves the ocean brings… as each year cycles from the Summer, to the Fall, Winter and Spring. Knowing no matter where the journey takes us…through weather foul or fair all we need do is turn around and they’ll be standing there. And knowing as we sail together…sharing our hopes and dream…our cares that as our friends help sail our ship…we help sail theirs ready to lend and ear a hand…a hug…or with a kind word to say together on each other’s friend-ship…until our dying day. Yes, when I think of friendship…I rather like the notion That though we are the captains it is our friends who guide ‘cross the ocean.