A Friend

My friend is a friend
that I don't want to lend.
Bounce, bounce, happy pounce,
Prim & Proper, not a trounce.

So if you not a poodle be,
what in the world do I see?
A friendly face, a happy smile,
a person to walk with many mile.

Friends need a friend,
In sad times and joy,
upon whom to depend
for comfort or decoy.

Near or far, lost of found,
either way; I'll still be around.
As for the future who can tell?
Hopefully, I'll know You well.

© Martin Lilley 2009