If Friendship Were A Poem

A sharer of joy
To place it golden
A sharer of sadness
With comforting words

A maker of laughs
To sink a scowl
A maker of logic
When none is seen

A sculpture of beauty
In your mind
A sculpture of fun
In boring times

A memory of all
The happy moments
A memory of things
We thought forgotten

If a friend where a poem
This is what it would be
To show how much every second means
When I’m with you my friend

poem by Annie Clarke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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