A Friend

By Stephen Wayne Modawell

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.