What gossamer threads, though strong as steel
Bind us together - as friend to friend.
What common ground do we share
In spoken and un-spoken words, deeds success
Shared hurt, solemn occasion, or laughters mirth.
Life is the better for the knowing.
Life the richer for the sharing.
But if future fates one day decide-
That our paths are to divide,
Then I will grieve the loss of face and form
And hold closely to all gone before,
Treasure future contact in whatever form.
And if sometime to tears I lend
T'will be because I miss my Friend.
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