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
