My Friend

Walking by the riverside,
I hit upon a boy,
He smiled at me and shook my hands
And in his company , I felt great Joy

Years have passed and time has rolled,
But he continues to be my friend,
Come what may, good or evil;
He and I will be friends to the End

People came to me when I had to give,
But he came to me , when I hated to live.
He comforted me and made me feel good,
A True friend will, would and should.

My friend is important to me,
More than Kith and Kin,
To be without someone like him,
Is the world's worst Sin.

Ramanujam Ragavan