My Best Friend
"My best friend," now there's a term,
A name not given lightly,
To be called that, far as I'm concerned,
You have to have stood by me.
We'd need to have some history,
Some experiences as well,
Some intrigue and some mystery,
Some, "Tales that we could tell."
We must have laughed together,
We must have shed some tears,
We must have, "Had each others back,"
Both then and down the years.
We'd allow each other room to grow,
To explore, to expand,
Knowing, as we both do know,
That the other is at hand.
I'd rejoice to see you happy,
Because you're, "Family,"
Whether we are blood or not,
And I'd expect the same for me.
And your pain would be my pain,
Just as mine is yours,
And you'd forgive me my mistakes,
As I would yours, of course.
Because, "Best friendship's," are rare,
A thing that is hard won,
A thing that's locked in time and strife,
And joy and love and fun.
A thing that once it's given,
Once we've, "Travelled down that track,"
Means, no matter where we're driven,
There is no turning back.
A bond that's forged eternal,
That's cast and set in stone,
And even when we're lonesome,
In our hearts we're not alone.
And even if there's harsh words,
Disagreement grief or strife,
Or it's just that we don't talk for years,
You can trust me with your life.
Too much water's passed under that bridge,
We've gone too far down that track,
Forged in fire, set in stone,
I've always, "Got your back."