A Friend

By Stephen Wayne Modawell

Where do they come from
Ones who just appear in life
Some finer than rum
Others closer than man an’wife

They may not be old
without them, what was before
Their warmth, on days’ cold
Their presence we seek but more

How we want many
Yet we find so very few
treasured like a new penny
Their value great, one will do

When found, never let go
Too many years may pass, you see
Before God allows to flow
The gift of a friend like thee.

A friend who’s always there — by Author Unknown

If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue.

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I’m finding
are impossible for me.

I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best –
A friend who’s always there.