Friends

                   Friends

Friends, a wonderful commodity of time,
Who grow more precious like fine aged wine;
Someone to share the darkest of our past,
And undauntedly remain a friend steadfast.
Someone with whom we let down our guard,
And show ourselves though we be scarred.
A friend is someone who cares for me,
And it matters not my pedigree.
So gather about you friends that are true,
Who’ll hold you up and see you through.