walls shouldn’t exist
in the presence of a friend
a mate for whom
you’d bend over backwards to help
walk across broken glass
as their well being,
their sense of self
is paramount.
when the time comes
when they bare their soul
they cry in your arms
you mop their tears
you smile knowing their pain
hold them
feel them rail against the world
but knowing
they will do the same
when your moment comes by.
Morpethroad 
Very true! Beautifully expressed!! 🙂 🙂
Thank you Helen that is lovely.
Friendships that can develop in the strangest ways at times, friendships even when people have not even physically met, friendships to hold each other up, to hear their pain, to dry their tears, to hold their hand. This is beautiful Michael and I am glad that I am your friend 🙂 (hugs)
My pleasure Jenny, just keep me laughing.
Oh I intend to my friend and you with me! Deal? 🙂
Deal.
🙂
what a wonderful poem to friendship…one really needs friends like this…and to be a friend like this.
Thank you Georgia. Thanks for the comment.
Friends like this are priceless…
Thanks RoSy they are indeed.