Friendship (A Poem)

A friend is him who has not greed,

when he faces his friend’s own needs.

There is no  word, no act of vanity,

only true intent and amity.

 

He is there when the night is cold,

and the journey home is far,

he is there whenever he can be,

for necessity or his desire.

 

Friendship falters not with space and time,

though with circumstances in between,

Good friends stand by each other proud

as each fulfills his dreams.

 

 

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