None of my friends ever grow old...
They are laughter woven in silken threads,
Rays of sunshine that never fade.
Even when life’s storms arrive,
They stand unshaken, strong, alive.
No pride of wealth, no vanity’s claim,
Their hearts are pure, their love the same.
In every moment, hand in hand,
They paint joy across the land.
With colors in hair, sparkle in eyes,
Dancing spirits beneath the skies.
Every step, a song, a glow,
Every smile makes the world bestow.
O Lord, keep them blessed and near,
Grant them laughter, love, and cheer.
For friends like these are treasures rare,
Timeless souls beyond compare. 🌹
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
None of my friends ever grow old...
They are laughter woven in silken threads,
Rays of sunshine that never fade.
Even when life’s storms arrive,
They stand unshaken, strong, alive.
No pride of wealth, no vanity’s claim,
Their hearts are pure, their love the same.
In every moment, hand in hand,
They paint joy across the land.
With colors in hair, sparkle in eyes,
Dancing spirits beneath the skies.
Every step, a song, a glow,
Every smile makes the world bestow.
O Lord, keep them blessed and near,
Grant them laughter, love, and cheer.
For friends like these are treasures rare,
Timeless souls beyond compare. 🌹
💌 Dedication
This poem is lovingly dedicated to all my dearest friends – you are my forever joy and strength.