(15/02/2012) Good Friends

Friendship is a treaure
That we must work to maintain
Polish it every single day
If you want it to remain.
I find that I am angry
When I’m not with my friends
Because they aren’t the to calm me
When I am at wits end.
It was once upon a time I thought
For your friends to quell your fear
They had to be there with you
The had to remain near.
I realize now that it’s not true
In fact the opposite is so
The further a way a true friend is
The more they mean to you.
©2013 Alex Hicks
Posted on 15/02/2013, in Poetry and tagged best friends, distances, friends, moving, poetry, travel, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

truly friendship is a blessing
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