On Friends
They are our friends whose presence comforts us,
whose expectations are not limited
by narrowness of heart, nor by disgust.
With them, no anguish is prohibited
from being shared, nor do they care to bring
to bear by force of will their views on life.
Their words shed light without intrusive means.
All their conclusions come without a knife,
for they are kind. In patience they defer
to time, well knowing that with passing days
and abstinence of light, we shall prefer
pure conscience, and the wisdom of true ways.
They are a rod, which does not bend, but guides.
A stay of constancy through ebbing tides.
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