Another old poem this time a sonnet that I wrote about what makes a ture friend. I also feel that this poem can applie to other things as well.

We walk down the hill as one, hand in hand
We talk while beside each other we stand
Our friends walk beside us we're one big crew
However at times our numbers seem few
We help each other with each of our steps
We walk together to the darkest depths
The going is easy and our crew large
But when we hike up away some will charge
As we hike up you might stumble and fall
But true friends are there when ever you call
We lift you up and carry you higher
True friends help you cross this cursed spire
We hike past the hardship to easy path
We're friends you can count on you do the math

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