Where do they come from
Ones who just appear in life
Some finer than rum
Others closer than man an'wife
They may not be old
without them, what was before
Their warmth, on days' cold
Their presence we seek but more
How we want many
Yet we find so very few
treasured like a new penny
Their value great, one will do
When found, never let go
Too many years may pass, you see
Before God allows to flow
The gift of a friend like thee.
