" On Friendship "

A major bloom on friendships flower
Is in the ease and discharge
Of the happy, joyous, swelling of heart
Which, when found in a friend
Shakes the hands of love
Again and again
And the comfort in knowing
The steadfast pillars
In crazy banter
And a shoulder to cry on
Gives Loves embrace
Willingly
At any time of day or night
It is a strange thing
To observe
Just how high a soul
Can climb
With true friendship to lend
it's ever-present
Hand.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)