A friend is someone we turn to, when our spirits need a lift

Johny my friend
I had a friend
His name was Johny
’twas at my first day at school
A day bright and sunny
When we met first
in the playground,
‘mid noise and dust
He got in me a friend
And I in him a friend found.

We became the best of friends
Before much time did run
And passed all turns and bends
In our school life with elan.
If he scored big and I couldn’t
He wished I could too
If got I good marks and he didn’t
How I wished he too got so.
In the football ground
If I helped him score a goal
Danced I round and round
And then he managed to get me
In the school play, a good role.
At lunchtime we shared our tiffin
And exchanged books of ghosts and goblin.
Together we came, ‘gether did we go
Even a’ter school did we hang around
Saw the same thing, heard the same sound.

And then happened the inevitable.
A shocking thing, a thing terrible!
Johny’s dad had an accident
And he breathed his last.
To his home I went
The room was full, many came
Shaking their heads and speaking words same
“Johny’s dad, a good man
Hardly a time to die
May rest his soul in heaven
And his bones in peace lie”
Soon they took him away
In a coffin brought in a hurry
The priest spoke, the ground was made hollow
And saw to it all
That he lay six feet below.

Johny came to school, one last time
He bade us goodbye, his mom
Was taking him far
To the ranch of his grandfather.
“Will you never come back?” asked I
He shook his head and hugged me
And said to me “goodbye”!
Then Johny turned back
That his tears I can’t see
But a friend’s sorrow can a friend feel
And though misty eyes made vision lack
I could see enough still
That the width ‘tween us grew, away went he.

Letters were a bridge
But they were few
And though I did fidge’
In my heart I knew
Distance was having indeed
It’s dirty effect on us
Now alone I did tread
Where we spent times together
Laughed, cried and had a fight
Now he was far
And for some reason or other
’twas not possible we could meet.
Slowly, life made impossible
Even letters to write.
New friends came, and then
Life did not seem so unfit .

But then, we were destined to meet!

A fine night it was
I was waiting with bated breath
before a glittering theatre
with scribes, fans and cops armed to teeth.
Then I saw a car
And up went a roar
From the crowd. A huge car
pulled up before us.
And there was a ruckus.
“John! John Dawson!” cried out a belle.
Out came the man within,
“Johny! Hey Johny!” cried out I.
But how hard may I try
I knew I couldn’t be seen.
He blew a kiss and to everyone waved
Then the one whom all craved
Vanished inside the hall
Heard he not my frenetic call
He had company; scribes and big stars
With whom he’ll pass the hours.
My heart sank. I lost the only
chance. Now the gap ‘tween us
was wide as ever. And most certainly
I could never meet him. I cursed myself profusely.
to have come here.
I came to meet Johny my friend.
Not Johny the superstar.
Another roar did the skies rend.
I looked at the crowd
they were as if chanting his name.
Suddenly, I felt proud
They all loved my friend, the Johny same.
“Why be selfish?” I told myself
I should be proud and glad
That the Johny I knew, the little lad
Had come this far. My Johny dear!
I thanked God that I came here.
I came to meet Johny and I met John
Yet I felt happy that
’twas after all the same Johny
Who once with me at school sat
And now the love of all who has won.

Friendship in school
Friends in high school are forever young.
Unchanged, they’re where you always will belong.
The crowd is never gone, the pleasure stays,
The music of the moment always plays,
The time remains a field of wistful grace
To which you may return from anyplace.
Of course, you may still know them later on
When you are someone else and years have run;
And you may love them dearly, and they you,
But time must make their friendship something new.
Meanwhile, flourishing within your heart
There is a whole, of which you were a part:
A group of friends, one in love and pain,
In whom your longing comes alive again.
Old ‘n’ Gold
Old and good friends share a piece
Of passion, pain, and pleasure
That no one else, no family can
Begin to know or treasure.
It’s as if a secret room
Held their private store,
And every time they met, they could
Go through some special door.

It doesn’t matter if they see
Each other every day,
Or years and years go by before
They come and go away:

The moment that they meet it all
Is there–the memories of
Fierce loyalty and times of need
And gratitude and love.

True friend

A pal is one
With whom you can have fun
Who’ll listen to you and talk
With whom you can share a joke
One you can drink with
And who with you will dine
One with whom all will look rosy
All pretty and all fine…

But when comes adversity
You’ll seldom find him by your side
And even if stay does he,
Not long will he abide.

A true friend is one
With whom you can talk
’bout all under the sun
With whom you can laugh and joke
Drink, dine and have fun
And who to you will lend a ear
With him all will be Okey doke’.

Then, when hardship knocks…
You’ll find him by your side
Always.
You he’ll never leave
But try best to you guide
When you sigh, he’ll too heave
When you fail to succeed
He’ll try to bring to fruition
Your deed
When you fall sick
He’ll bring relief
When the whole world mocks,
He’ll stand by your belief
If all else the other way looks
He’ll share your grief
Even if harm befalls ye
He’ll stand in its way
And will not hesitate even a bit
To endanger his life, to lay down it.
And prove that a friend in need
Is a friend indeed!

Such a friend is hard to come by
Who’ll laugh with you, with you who’ll cry
So if ever one you get,
Try to be worthy of your mate
And see that never breaks the bond
That you with him ties fond.

Unknown Friendship
first–sarcasm fills the air
striking remarks then follows.
small grins, dubious eyebrows,
oh–let the arguments begin!
time passes by…
only acquiring the habit we have begun.
though the longer the mockery is,
the harder it is revealing each other’s identity.
…ironically–my only goal is to uncover the real “you.”
unfortunately, there’s just too many sarcasm,
and barely little of the real us…
I asked if we could change it,
you said “yes–we can.”
deciding that nature will take its place
we set aside our worries and proceed with life.
while in our minds,
there’s still a boundary keeping us apart.
will our friendship ever be at ease?
…in my mind
I hope
I pray.
A Friend
A friend is like a shade tree
Beside a summer way.
A friend is like the sunshine
That makes a perfect day.
A friend is like a flower
That’s worn close to the heart.
A friend is like a treasure
With which one will not part.
Soul’s Treasure

A Friend is a Treasure
A friend is someone we turn to,
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure,
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives,
with beauty, joy and grace.
And make the world we live in,
a better and happier place
Just Being Friends
“Friendship happens in that special moment
when someone reaches out to another,
trusts, comforts, believes in another,
and makes a special difference
that no one else can make”.
Feelings
Just as a wave is lifted by the shore,
Then breaks across the slowly rising sand,
So as I watch you weep my feelings pour
Across the wash of what I understand.
I wish I could just take you in my arms
And all your pain could melt into my chest,
And all the violence of passing storms
Could pass through me and finally come to rest.
No words can set things right or presence lend
A miracle to light your darkened way,
But there is solace in a loving friend
And comfort in what I don’t have to say.
Whatever circumstance you cannot bear,
Just turn to me, and you will find me there
Heart’s content
I love you as my closest, dearest friend.
Boys and girls can be just closest friends.
There is no passion greater than the one
That touches not the body but the heart.
You mean much more to me than someone who
I date and undate, want and then don’t want.
They’re the waves, and you are like a shore
Where I can sit and watch them kiss the sand.

I’m sorry I can’t be with you today,
When you should rule by virtue of your birth.
Please accept this tribute of mere words,
Poor substitute for all I am and have

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