What are friends for? For being there, for caring.
For opening heart and home. For tucking in the stray strap
while, arm around shoulder, sharing a confidence.
For donning a clown mask and presenting balloons to tots
when contracted entertainment no-shows.
Friends know all your buttons and bend backwards
not to push them. They argue with you only about taking
the lesser, the shoddier, the smaller. Friends have trust
gossip can't slash, confidence in me when mine dies,
love as endless as waves lapping the shore.
Friends have your back, your hand, and your heart.
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