And whom then, shall we say are our true friends,
Those who linger on our every word, when money is there?
Or those who smile brightly, then in our back a dagger ends?
Maybe, those whose words say one thing, but mean another,
Then perhaps when things are down, they slowly float away.
Find another fair weather friend, to entreat with their charm?
No, for the true friend stays always, even until the end of days,
Telling you what you should hear, but bearing you no harm.
Being there no matter what, when all the others have long gone,
A warm word of welcome on a cold day, sometimes even a smile,
Sharing the good times and the bad, being the shoulder to cry on,
Staying by your side, travelling the road of life for an extra mile.
Theirs is the truth, the all knowing smile and love that will never end,
For you know the truth so well, time has told you, this is truly a friend.