Friends

Many friends through out the years

Some old and some new

Many from years gone by

A new one just yesterday

Maybe another tomorrow

When you are down they lift you up

Like the morning sun they brighten your life

As refreshing as the morning dew upon the ground

Friends, worth more than silver and gold

Through this twisted maze called life

They lead you to that final escape

My weary heart smiles to think of Friends

Truly, if not for Friends, why go on?

As I think of true friends

I often wonder one minute thing

Where in the hell are they?

© 2006 Jerry Sawinski / Biker Jer