Take Care of Your Friends

July 26, 2007

Take Care Of Your Friends

Friend is a word that I don't throw around

Though it's used and abused, I still like the sound.

I save it for people who've done right by me

And I know I can count on, if ever need be.

Some of my friends drive big limousines

Own ranches and banks and visit with queens,

And some of my friends are up to their neck

In overdue notes and can't write a check.

They're singers or ropers or writers of prose

And others, God bless 'em, can't blow their own nose!

I guess being friends don't have nothing' to do

With talent or money or knowing who's who.

It's a comfortable feeling when you don't have to care,

'Bout choosing your words or being quite fair.

'Cause friends'll just listen and let go on by

Those words you don't mean and not bat an eye.

It makes a friend happy to see your success.

They're proud of your good side and forgive all the rest.

And that ain't so easy, all of the time,

Sometimes I get crazy and seem to go blind!

Your friend just might have to take you on home,

Or remind you sometime, that you're not alone.

Or ever so gently pull you back to the ground,

When you think you can fly, with no one around.

[but they just might push you off the ledge,

If they thought you would spread wings, from that edge.

Your friend has your back as if it was their own,

Tomorrow, today, by the minute growing strong.]

A hug or a shake, whichever seems right

Is the high point of giving, I'll tell you tonight,

All worldly riches and tributes of men,

Can't hold a candle to the worth of a friend.

--- Author Unknown ---

Recommended Posts