Taking Account of One's Friends

When taking account of one’s friends

For those that are real, you will always bend.

To sway and swing like a willow in the breeze.

Being a good friend comes without having to aim to please.

Through thick and thin, tragedy and ease

The mere presence of that friend should always appease.

You dare not put price on that which is friendship

To have good people around is always a gift.

How can one measure the fullness of a laugh?

After calling out their fuck buddies when you know their trade is just trash?

You dutifully tell little white lies, cooing, “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

Then share in their sadness over 3 bottles of cheap wine.

We all know to judge or criticize is friendship gone wrong

Never badmouth the one who first taught you to smoke from a bong.

It was those weed filled nights generously sprinkled with shots of liquor

We both pledged undying loyalty, then, with cell phones took ungodly amounts of pictures.

We should take the time to go back and revisit those crazed, fun filled nights

You’d realize you forged bonds of steel. Made memories of a youth lived right.

Hold those flashes of remembrance close

And when you catch one, make sure you hold it tight.