Friends: a poem

Friends

I have holes in my soles

and cardboard in my shoes,

it's not unusual…

just another case

of the existential blues.

I'm happy for friends

for whom I've cared

who now bring me help

in my despair,

returning to me

the love I've shared.

You need friends

and I do too

in a village of friends

there's nothing

friends can't do.

Friends are a lighthouse

in a time of storm.

When you have a friend

you've reached the shore.

Friends (C) 2018 by David H. Roche