Friend


Who are our friends?
What makes someone a friend?
The idea of having, or
being a friend needs careful
thought. Do I allow friends
into my life, or push them away?
What constitutes a friendship?
I look at the people whom I
consider friends. We don’t always
spend lots of time together,
but instantly connect when we do.

I love friends who make me
laugh–laughter from the belly
that leaves us knee-slapping
and bright-eyed. One that I
count as a friend makes me
feel inspired, loved, happy
to be with them.

At the same time, a friend
helps me to look at my life
with care, to see when I am
being self-deceptive.

Am I a good friend?
Dependable, loving without
conditions, loyal? I used
to think only long-term
friendships were true, but now
I know that we can share our path
with another, then take separate forks
in the road, knowing that our
destination is the same, and
we will meet again.

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3 Responses to Friend

  1. Well written dear Pat.
    You are a great friend!!!

  2. davidtenn says:

    Wise words Pat, love the pic too. Love David

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