The question of true friendship hits you hardest
When you hit life’s journey longest
At the end of three score or more years
All doubts & fears become clear.
Friends come, friends go
Only one will glow
He stays with you
Because of you
Not that you’re rich
Not that you’ve reached
The scale of success
That others won’t access.
He’s there for you
Among the very few
With open arms
No superficial charm
As most rich expect
The things he possesses
And more in excesses.
A friend is one who comes in
When all the world goes out
He gives his all without expectation
Without thought of appreciation
He’s not there because you’re rich
Nor care even if you’re a freak
He cares for you unconditionally
Hoping you’d surrender to Him freely.
Originally Penned on
Tuesday, 19 December 2000