I stand, surrounded by a myriad of faces
Some familiar, mostly strange
Amongst them are those few…
Whom I proudly call my friends
All alone I might appear to be,
Yet their presence is constant.
For their thoughts brighten me up
Bringing on a smile every other instant
Certain circumstances do arise when,
Friends seem too difficult to please.
But then I believe if relationships are true,
They wont simply cease.
At times they leave me baffled
When they manage to read my mind
And then I keep wondering
Are my friends one of a kind???
I seriously try to search for answers
Alas! My questions lose relevance
As I think about the moments I shared
With those few…my dearest of friends!!!
