True Friends
A friend is one who helps you draw,
The mountain’s scenic captured awe,
And, hears those secrets deep inside,
Yet, keeps them safe when you confide.
Oh, friends may come and friends may go,
Once full of life they wither so,
And, some, like leaves, they fly away,
Yet, each a blessing to this day.
Assessing life the truest friend,
They’re always there unto the end,
And, even though your faults may mar,
They love you still for who you are.
So, here’s to friends you are true blue,
Some known for years though some are new,
I thank the Lord for his assent,
For you, dear friend, were Heaven sent!
Peter Lowell Paulson
December 14, 2019
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