BECAUSE YOU ARE MY FRIEND

By M. Buxbaum

 

I have no lock on tongue or heart,

For you are outside of me,

A separated part

 

That laughs with me and weeps a tear,

If I should need a tear

Or Offers an arm to offset harm,

Whenever harm is near

 

A friend is a wondrous thing to have…

An earthly prayer come true

And daily, I give thanks that I

Found such a friend in you!