The friends I call when I’m feeling low,

The friends I seek when I want to go

Shopping at bookstores or perhaps the mall,

The friends I write, for no reason at all.


The friends I’ve made on the Internet,

The penpals I’ve had for years, and met–

The friends I love to travel with,

The friends who simply call me “Smith”.


The friends who know I am always here,

To lend a hand or perhaps an ear,

To sympathize when life gets rough,

or perhaps they feel they have had enough.


I could live without a lot of things,

Expensive clothes or fancy rings,

But I’ll always need until life ends

Are the people I can call “My friends”.



Sandra lee Smith/originally posted February 2009/Updated May, 2018




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