Friends are cool ‘cause they mend the fool,
Free to play and see and say,
To ward off loneliness and guard from holiness,
They give and heal and live and feel.
We laugh and smile with gaffs and guile,
With trust and loyalty and dust of royalty,
Take care and question and make sure to mention,
Any disturbance and ills and turbulence and spills.
Listeners to confess and pilsners to express,
Imperfect they are and indirect they mar,
But better to bridge that fetter the ridge,
And skirt the meat and hurt the beat.
They open the door to tokens of roar,
And take your feet to make them sleek,
Preventing rust from gathering dust,
And keep you honest and meek and modest.
Direct and frank with respect and pulling rank,
Keep you in line and beep you in time,
Bitching or singing, enriching or stinging,
A thrust of humanity with the dust of vanity.
Keeping you humble and tweaking your stumble,
Hearing your notes and fearing your smotes,
Getting your vibe and fretting your bribe,
Balancing your extremes in a phalanx of mimes.
They give you goodness and sieve your moodiness,
In an eruption of sins and a disruption of grins,
Exchanging thoughts in ever-changing knots,
And comparing reactions and impairing retractions.
They keep you sane in a deep stew of pain,
Lifting you afloat by sifting your moat,
For stagnancy and blame in flagrancy and flame,
And to ensure nobility with cocksure mobility.
A friend maintains and mends and sustains,
With a glimpsing perspective to a limping defective,
A lifeline with rope crystalline with hope,
By spewing despair and eschewing the glare.
Can you do without and endure with doubt?
Or do you need the human touch to heed the true man much?
So welcome their shortcomings as seldom retort humming's,
To reveal our collective soul and heal your selective goal.