You may forget your stream, what you're good at amidst the daily grind
They don't .....how touchy, Even these rings on this paper bag never escape their mind
There are few, who will keep glued and root till the end
They are happy the way you are, little bothered to mend
They may curse you for your deeds, but w'll never desert the ship
They will happily come forward to face the saturn's whip
The fat is on the fire, and along they w'll melt
The sweet assurance never misses their lips...."all w'll be dealt"
You cannot exert, start doubting your dreams....is that all crapshoot?
Their constant cheer gives your dwindling confidence a healthy reboot
You fail miserably, so many hopes pinned ....you just wanna flee
Their soothing words...."we love you for what you are and not what you w'll be"
You confide, you weep, looking to clutch
And, they w'll never disappoint with their loving touch
They forget to wish and attend on the moments that are good
But, w'll never miss to raise you from the slumber of grief and up your mood
In opulence they might disappear, but never in hardship
That's the reason we cherish so much this very bond of FRIENDSHIP.....
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