TDB ( / Athol, Idaho)

My Old Friend

Sometimes it's just being there,
that makes you, my old friend.
Someone who won't give up on me,
when I think I've reached the end. When I am sad and lonely,
and I don't know what to do.
You like me just the way I am,
and always pull me through. If I talk of all my secrets,
I know you'll never tell.
You always listen quietly,
my trust, you keep quite well. So I will try to do the same,
for you, my precious friend.
As you have always done for me,
on that, you can depend.

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