FINAL FRIEND
A friend is always welcome as... The sunshine or a song...
But mostly when the tide has turned... And everything goes
wrong... When castles seem to crumble and... Our dreams
would fall apart... In desperate moments of regret... And
lonliness of heart... The friend who still is true to us...
However dark our shame... Who would not even be the
last... To criticize or blame... But who would comfort
and console... And strugle day and night... In every way
in our behalf... To help us in our plight... Who still is
faithful when it seems... Our bridges have been burned...
The friend who backs us up when all... The other backs are
turned.
James J. Metcalfe
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