Friendship

creativity, My Poems

What is friendship anyway?

Is it something you can count,

Dispose of or throw away?

Can you measure the amount,

value, rate or stock exchange

Of having a friend nearby

When you feel strong, weak or strange?

Like the wind, their voice fly by

Soothing, carrying away

Pain, fear, self-loathing battles

And bringing their own array

Of solutions and waffles,

Cups of tea, Stories and w(h)ine.

An umbrella in the rain,

A wagging tail in the sun

Salted memories from Spain

Carrying all through autumn.

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