My Friend

An offered hand, a welcoming smile
A grin that says I like your style
A word of kindness in an unkind place
On days of sorrow, a shared embrace
While on the good days booze and laughter
Rambunctious joy that lifts the rafters
Or quiet walks to breathe the air
Not talking, but just being there
Though night falls fast, and most things end
‘Til my last breath you’ll be my friend

©️Jane Jago