Homage to a Friend
I am your friend, dear soul whose hair is just as grey as mine,
I am your friend when all romance has passed
And love has settled down to sweetness and old age.
When summer turns to winter and a sunny day to chill.
When is true friendship ever thrown away?
Not because of petty hurts or enforced distance.
True friendship is a mountain, sometimes green and sometimes white
That doesnŐt run from change or pain
But watches over chains of time in affection and respect.
I am your friend, dear heart whose eyes are still as keen as mine,
And still see laughter in the clouds, and sunlight in the rain.
I am your friend when every passion has been spent
And every thought of love has ripened into fondness and concern.
I am your friend, dear heart, your soul, your spirit, your every whispered breath.
© Patricia Saunders