My friends they are an offering
a gift from God poured out for me
They lift my chin from doubts again
and walk beside with faithful mends
I wonder often why I am
So lucky now much more than then
These people strong with hearts of gold
That He's brought forth to care and tend
How can one person drink it in?
and yet how can I live without
the tiny bits of love they spout
into my life I say again
I am the humbled, blessed, and on mend
I praise the saints and Holy one
for each one's life and love I've won.
Are precious more to me than gold
for this I say, now you've been told
Seek this kindness whilst growing old
and you my friend will know love bold.
- Trish 2013