Friends

When I wake up crabby freaking out

over a morning that is bad, and when

I come home tired from work complaining

about the day that I had.

You are there to let me vent all the nasty

words that I need to say. Totally disregarding the fact

that you may have had an equally rotten day.

When something good happens and I need to spread the news;

or when I m down and out and just have to sing the blues.

You are there to Share with me either agood laugh or

a cry. It never seems to matter how much time has passed us by.

Whever it seems I need advice or even a helping hand, you are

there to do for me everything that you possibly can.

Sometimes I'll Stop and ask myself why you put up with me.

I know myself well and just how wicked I can be.