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.