POEMS: To My Friends

Never was it heard,
never did ink flow out of my pen
in praise of a friend,
it is not like I don�t respect or cherish them (the others)
but some have left so lasting an impression
on the mind of one with frail emotions.

I pour out my heart and every heart-beat goes out
to one I know I can count on.
It is not so much the big responsibilities,
it si the little things that truly matter.

Can I ask some questions?
Can you be trusted?
Can you keep a secret, secret?
Can you roll out a joke when I am down?
Or sing to lift my dropping spirit?
If your answers are �Yes� cushioned in a smile,
then you have my friendship.