I’m writing this poem on the birthday of a friend. She knows who she is so I don’t have to pretend. It’s one of those things that you can’t say enough: “Thanks for being there; I’m sorry it’s been rough.”
I’m writing this poem for someone in particular. If the words speak to you, then that’s . . . specticular? (I hope you’ll forgive a few bad rhymes. You have to admit, it’s not the worst of crimes.)
So here then, m’friend, is the verse I penned for you. If these lines strike a chord, guess you’re stuck with me like glue. If you can overlook my flaws, I’m sure we’ll be all right; we can survive most foofaraws, but whatever you do — never EVER give me an asterisk after Midnight!!!
(Y’know, like “Gremlins”?)
(Okay, my sons didn’t get it either. “Why an asterisk?” one asked. Well, I could have said a pineapple, but an asterisk seemed more appropriate.)
(It’s a writer thing.)
MY FRIEND
As a leaf needs sun
A river needs to flow
As a farmer needs a seed
The rain helps it grow
As waves need the shore
And stars need to shine
As friends need each other
I’m glad you’re mine
The title isn’t long
Or very complicated
It won’t be guaranteed
Just because it’s stated
It’s nothing to ignore
And nothing to forget
It takes cooperation
A quantity of sweat
It’s easily declared
Much harder to be meant
The vow can be as strong
As a handshake or cement
It’s not defined by wealth
By gaudy great rewards
Small favors will suffice
To weather life’s worst storms
Its meaning can be shallow
Or deeper than the sea
Its bond cannot be broken
Without some treachery
Yet a true friend will be present
In joy or bleak despair
The sole requirement
Is honestly to care
As light needs dark and high needs low
Real friends complete each other so
Whether opposite or much the same
Whether kin through suffering or by name
Whether hanging on or holding back
Whether tears are shared, a simple laugh
It’s universal as the wind
Everybody needs a friend.