I have friends with whom I share,
great poetry and verse.
And friends I visit taverns with,
to drink with and to curse.
And friends with who I share a passion,
for music and for art.
And also those, just like me,
kindred spirits of the heart.
Some, I will call, when I am down,
and weary from lifes' run.
Some, I long to just gift a smile,
before every day is done.
Some, who seem to need my presence ,
to heal such a simple pain,
Some whose smiles touch my soul,
and shelter me from rain.
Some who like the same wine as me,
some coffee and some books.
Some who care little of possessions,
some who are all into looks.
There are some with whom I share a movie,
some I respect their great advice.
There are some who are simply pure genius,
and others; .... not quite so wise.
From professions, they all do differ,
no occupation is the same.
Most of them have no mutual liking,
but two...they share a name.
No. Each friend, has naught the others',
unique fortune, skills, or fame.
But I endear each to their own,
and treasure them all - the same.