THE TRUE FRIEND
I'd rather meet some oneWhen the storms life are
Battering me down
When the rain never seams
To stop
When the rain turns to snow
The snow to slush and ice
The person male or female
Young or old
Remains with you , smiling
Who cracks a bad joke
''Getting a bit rogh aint it ''
Said with a grin
'' Don't worry , mate , I aint going anywhere ''
'' Take my arm''
Save us all from fair weather friend's!
Cometh the times of need cometh the friend!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-09-13 at 15:35
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