OLD FRIENDS
New friends, I cherish, and treasure their worth,
But old friends, to me, are the salt of the earth.
Friends are like garments, that everyone wears –
New ones are needed for dress-up affairs.
But when we're at leisure, we're more apt to choose
The clothes that we purchased with last season's shoes.
Things we grow used to, are things we love best –
The ones we are certain have weathered the test.
And isn't it true (since we're talking of friends)
That new ones bring pleasure when everything blends,
But when we want someone who thinks as we do,
And who fits, as I mentioned, like last Summer's shoe --
We turn to the friends who have struck thru' the years
Who echo our laughter, and dry all our tears;
They know every weakness and fault we possess,
But somehow forget them, in friendship's caress.
Author Unknown
