This Thing We Call Life
Throughout all of our daily lives
we may encounter many friends.
But through circumstance or sorrow,
to soon that friendship ends.
There are those who often bring you a smile
who were there for you upon endless miles.
Those you have shared a tender tear
shared maybe a thought, cocktail, or beer.
Without friendship in all of our lives,
where would this world now be?
A bunch of lonely souls floating through life,
on a deep dark endless sea.
So cherish those you have come to know,
be thankful to those who allowed love to grow.
To those who have left their fingerprints on your lives,
as they were with you all the way, in this thing we call life.
Danny boy: 8-26-13
*This goes out to Lucilla Carrillo,
and all others who consider me their friend. :o)
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2013
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