Funeral Poems: "My Friend"

My Friend

There’s something more than wealth,

Important — more than health,

More precious than the summer rose,

When life is drawing to a close.

To look back once, toward the end,

To know I’ve known you as a friend.

In happiness, throughout the years,

We’ve shared our joy between the tears;

A shoulder always there, on which to cry,

Never once the need to say a last ‘Goodbye’.

I give my thanks for being constant, true,

With hope, — I’ve done the same for you.

© Colin Gordon-Farleigh