By Mary Jane Brant


Friends cheer in good times
And cry in sad.
They help us realize
When we’ve been really bad.

Friends say hey M.J.
Are you doing okay?
Friends - when they’re real friends -
Can handle the nay.

Friends sometimes come early
And stay till the end.
My mother once told me
  Mary Jane, bend.

Friends know you and love you
Validate and appreciate.
They hug you and kiss you
And won't ever separate.

Friends often share your virtues
And forgive your every vice
But a real friend advises lovingly
And has once or twice saved your life.