My Friends

That's What I Call A Friend

You asked me, once upon a time,

What friendship means to me?

I didn't answer right away,

I had to think, you see.

I have had so many friends

Who have come and gone from me.

But each of them has left a mark

On who I've come to be.

Some of them did make a choice 

To move on with their lives.

But some of them stayed with me

and I've come to realize,

No matter if they come or go,

You're always going to find,

You've tucked them away so safely

In your heart and in your mind.

You draw from all those memories 

Of things you used to do.

They lighten up and make you smile

 At  the things you both went through.

So, if someone's touched your life

And shared everything with you

And kept you feeling loved and safe

Then that's a friendship that is true.

I don't care if they live next door,

Cross the country, Or half a world away,

When someone helps you through troubled times

Then that spirit of friendship is here to stay.

So to answer your question about friendship,

I can tell you what I know.

There are people I've never met face to face

But I love them as friends and so...

The friends that I've known through the years

Who've touched me in some way

Will still be remembered with love and joy

Even on my final day.

By Marti Gipson on 10/24/2010