Thoughts of my friends flow through my mind
And tears come to my eyes,
For those who have left me behind,
And those who've told me lies.
But most of all for those I love,
And those I always will,
It's these I pray that God above,
Is watching over still.
I can't be with them all the time,
To laugh and cry and talk.
But I know that it's not a crime,
To want to with them walk,
Through their life's trials and sufferings,
An open listening ear.
To hear their words and other things,
which you see and can't hear.
But not just in their times of need
Do really true friends call.
With friends you don't see any greed,
For friends you give your all.
Well I give my all anyway,
And maybe that's a curse
I'll carry with me every day,
Until I'm in the hearse.
But I'm glad it cannot be
A curse for they are bad
And friendships will make you happy,
Even when you are sad.
A friend to sit and talk with you,
A friend to hold your hand,
To make you happy when you're blue,
Make footprints in the sand.
So as you read my friendship poem,
Remember that it's true;
No matter where you call your home,
A friend I've found in you.

By Lloyd McLean (1993)

This poem is part of the Seasons of Emotion collection