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The Friends Of Childhood

The friends of childhood are that godly gift
To share your sadness to your spirits lift,
To be close, be safe, be discrete and pure;
Lend a hand, a paw, if ill you endure.

They never leave you, though they're out of sight;
They serve you ever, through the wrong and right;
Believe you clever and accept you fail,
But always their love to you will avail.

Inanimate some are, save beating heart;
Indestructible, though not every part;
Not living, though your living they support;
In stormy seas they ever are your port.

We may believe we've grow apart from friends
And things like this are what a childhood ends,
But hardly true and barely worth the note,
Since friends to abandon us never vote.

You cuddle them when you are old and grey;
Their thoughts, their love does never go away,
'Till the day we die, in our hearts remain
Our childhood friends; they did our lives sustain.

It's always love and succor they possess
And grant it to us, not to us assess,
But to serve the ones to whom warmth they bring
And, though dead of night, sweet as birdies sing.

Our every thought, our every deed, or act,
By childhood's friend is fully, fervent backed,
Although ignore they will, it's been observed,
More than one spanking some of this deserved.

It's not goodbye that childhood friends will hear -
Though than more than once in their eye's a tear -
But: See you soon, you lovely thing of grace,
Since, in my mind, will ever be your face.

Frederick