FRIENDS

Some friends are for an hour

It makes them no less true

For had I not survived that hour

There would have been no day

Some friends are for the day

This does not make them bad

For if I did not live that day

There would have been no week

Some friends are for the week

It does not mean they're fickle

For if that week had shot me down

There would have been no month

Some friends are for the month

Don't think of them as false

For if they had not played their part

There would have been no year

Some friends are for the year

They fade when it is done

But just because they stood with you

You have another year

And some are for the years

Undoubtedly, it's true

But looking back, I also see

All friends are for something

As long as you take time

To be a friend yourself

You'll always find you never lack

The friend you truly need

For when you sow a seed

Each time life demands it

You find a bountiful harvest

Each time you deserve it

So never curse or cry

When people come and go

Just touch the one in front of you

And someone will touch you.

This poem is from my collection:
'Malaika: A Poetry Collection for Children and Those Who Love Them'
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