Friday, January 06, 2006

Friends

In my life i've known few
that i can call "friend" for true.
They that had the courage to impart,
their opinions when from lifes' road i seemed to depart.
They that saw the human when i fell,
and when i was the hero, they still could tell.
They that understood my simplicity
thought by some a great complexity.
I will be there when you need me,
as you were when i was in need.
And even though this poem talks too much of me,
tis to them i write this with much gratitude and glee.
Thank you for being my friend,
I am yours to the very end.

2 comments:

Omani said...

Thanks Poi, although i din get that last part " But exist they do just that easy they don't come..."

Anonymous said...

and casual you dont search for them