MY FRIEND by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill

As the years come and go in a lifetime –
There are changes made every day.
We move away from our old friends –
And meet new ones along the way.
Ten years ago when I moved here –
I’d get homesick and awfuly blue –
But the past few years have been happy.
I’m sharing a friendship with you.
I enjoy having lunches at your house –
You are never caught without stock,
But when we play cards at my house –
The cake always comes in a box.
There are many things we all have shared,
And so much I’d like to say,
But a book wouldn’t hold it – so I’ll finish up this way,
There are but a few upon this earth – To whom we bare our soul –
But you’re the friend to whom I let – my troubles all unfold.
You criticize and sympathize – as true friends really should.
And I really wouldn’t change you – even if I could.
May the circle represent the time – that we are real true friends –
I chose a circle for the symbol – because it has no end.

Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill
November 6, 1960


Copyright Roy Richard

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