Rare friend


It is no easy thing to find... A friend along the way... I
mean the friend whose smile extends... Beyond a single day...
Who does not merely shake your hand... And say a quick hello
... Before he vanishes among... The little winds that blow...
But on the more important side...I have in mind the one...
Who thinks of you from early dawn... Until the day is done
... Who has a word of cheeerful praise... For everything you
do... And when misfortune turns the tide... Is still a friend to
you... The kind of friend whose attitude... Is never dark or
cold... But who is always loyal and... Who has a heart of gold


James J. Metcalfe


This poem is from the book Poem Portraits by James J. Metcalfe
page 8

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