POEM 275: FRIENDSHIP
Father heaves a sigh and say to him:
A friend sees the first tear
and worries why, who and what.
A friend would gauge your fear,
But shouldn’t a friend worth more?
A true friend catches the second tear
and vows to hit whoever made you cry.
A true friend helps you face your fear,
But a true friend should’ve watched your back.
A best friend stops the third tear
with love, laughter and unusual care.
A best friend sticks in bad or good.
Son, which are you?