Born was he in the early fifties,
Raised was he in the sixties,
Still now does he live in the fifties,
Music from that era he finds nifty…
A better friend one will never find,
Even with all my problems he does never mind,
To talk to me at all hours of the day & night,
For me he has been there with all of his might…
When I couldn’t drive, he drove me,
I am sure at that time I drove him crazy,
He has never in life been lazy,
Working two or more jobs making a good fee,
This is guy is the best, as I know you all can see…
© ed ~ 11/20/11
I didn't write that but it is apropos for this poem.
Thanks for your thoughts.
Ron
Anna
A true friend is truly a treasure.
PS: Where the heck is your arm in that picture??!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
*Ed*
is worthy "of" life,
befitting of your poem!!
Lady Vivian
Peace,
Dayvid