WHAT'S IN A FRIEND?

A man is no Island, forever I have been told,
To met and mix will forever take toll,
Yet locked up in a closet, I always feel safe
But then a closet is not an island...
is it?

So sometimes I feign being bold and brave
Creeping out to the state of the outside world
But my worries and fears tacked safely on the shelf,
In the closet.
No need to burden with my own baggage,
I seek out seeking a mate.

We laugh together as we walk to work,
Pat each other in congratulation when success knocks
Yet the knife at the back inches in with no trembling
Getting to the top is all that matters
And friends can sometimes be the ladder.

A phone call at midnight have them running
A friend in dilemma they cannot stand
A shoulder to cry on or just a plain old hug
And maybe sometimes a gentle tug
For that's what comes with being a friend.

Friends are there for many to have
Yet the definition for friends will forever stay broad
But we all know, when we look deep inside
Just the kind of friends that we are to others
And the kind of friends that we keep with us

Yet my main goal for this,
Is to say...
Am glad you are my friend.