First a friend, there to help
Times of need, a bandaid for cure
Cuts and bruises, climbed that wall
A boost from a third hand.

Fingers extend as they try to grasp
But slipping in between,
All is lost
Except for those upon the palm.

With those pieces meld a structure
That shapes the hearts of many
Beating to a rythm that no one knows
Nothing defines the true meaning of friendship.

Hardships and teary falls,
A friend to wipe the pain away
Pushing on and forthgoing
Till the end, by your side.

Times of past, tomorrow of future,
Parallel lines shown to never meet,
Hope to prove the definition wrong
If not, considered a friend lost.

                              - Johnny Nguyen