Treasure Island

Eric Fieland


What is Friendship?


Friendship is what brings us here

Friendship is more important than money
More important than a job
More important than having lots of things
Friendship is okay with being given away because it knows what it brings

Sunlight to a rainy day
Stars to a moonlit sky
Friendship is the relation between you and I

Friends like you are there when you are here
And when you are far away
Friendship is about tomorrow and days like today

Friends like you are there when we need you
And there when we do not
Friends we may have of plenty
But you two are some of the best we got

Submitted: Monday, September 03, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, September 04, 2012

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This poem was written for my best friend and his wife on their wedding day.

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