Richard W. Reith

MY FRIEND

“Dime a dozen!” “One in a million!”
Friends move in and out of this life sublime.
Good friends, fair friends, but then there’s you
My true friend, my once in a lifetime.
Never a fear over the words I say;
I pour out my heart, cry and laugh
To a steadfast friend who lovingly sifts,
And keeps the wheat, ignores the chaff.
And though now and then threads do break
In these ties that bind our souls as one,
Strong ones form within their wake
Making stronger friends when day is done.