Who or what can I call a friend?

Who or what will not wither in the end?

Who are what is there for me in any mess?

whether it's maddening or disaster stress?

friendship is mortared in our heart o hearts;

it binds but thether not, nor would it fall apart.

It gives and serve withou fail

it heeds our littlest call without rail.

when friendship is hurt with sullen curt

it firmly stands, and does not yield

it bears words unkind and unfeel,

it's humanity, it's giving and not hurt.

friendship is made of substance spiritual

it brings tidings truth essential

of harmony and amity it is made

trials and tribulations trhough, it'll never fade.

friendship brings joy or cry

it's all of opposites, sometimes with a sigh.

it'll never neglect or  disdain your plight

if your wrong, it'll never say right.

a friendship true is rare to find;

it]s a world superficial and unkind.

when there's a need, a friendship will heed

to lessen a pain or share a gain

a friend's thoughts are not of the "I"

but is of shared tranquility and is readily nigh

in times of want and comfort need

it'll be there to succor or heed

it's an honor and a privilege too

to be counted in your very few

who's will to be there and to care

beyond the personal and world's fare.

who or what upon can i depend?

to call a friend now, and till the end?

and who or what sees me a friend

worthy of trust and divinely lend?

Am i there to care and never snare?
whether i be burdened , too heavy to bear?
Am i prepared to give and the truth declare?
and smile and be thankful for the selfless care?

my friend, you will be bosom near
a guest in every thought holds dear
now you know my spiritual path
friendship true is eternity wrought.