True friends in our lives are a blessing,
To be nurtured and fed by our love;
For, although we alone make selection,
There must surely be help from above.

Although friends we may have in abundance,
True friends are quite special indeed;
As we feel quite akin to most others,
These fill, in us, a special need.

With true friends there is no sense of envy,
We accept them just as they are;
And ask nought but their love and respect,
But we never must take it too far.

No upset or hurt must be given,
For these things are evil indeed;
And all that we have we must offer,
To true friends whenever in need.

Nothing makes us accept them this way,
But our instinct, our issue of trust;
And our faithful acceptance of them,
As true people, honest and just.

We accept all their joys and their sorrows, 
Their burdens we bear as our own;
A most powerful gift of support,
And comfort, to them, must be shown.

So treasure your many true friends,
Enfold them all in your love;
Enjoy them as never before,
With thanks for the help from above.