Real friendships, are hard to find— <br />as those in younger days. <br />Excepting you, as you were— <br />regardless of all your ways. <br />Never worrying, about getting hurt— <br />in an argument, in a fight. <br />Words were easily forgotten— <br />the wounds left, were always slight. <br />Growing closer together— <br />concerning yourself with theirs, and not your needs. <br />A garden of friendship, now blooming— <br />where once there was only weeds. <br />It really didn't matter— <br />if it was boys, or it was girls. <br />'Cause friendships are more precious— <br />than any manner, or size, of pearls. <br />All those carefree moments— <br />are cast, like jewels upon your heart. <br />You wouldn't have all those memories— <br />if you hadn't, let friendships start.<br /><br />M. Phillip Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendships/
