Knowing My Friends

Whenever you were ill I worried, I'd ask what you needed still Then to your side I hurried. And if no one else checked on you or called, I was then very appalled. Whenever you needed aid You called me, For you I constantly prayed From you I never did flee. When no one else would help I always would, I always did the very best that I truly could. Whenever you were broke You came to my door, With depression and need you spoke I gave you what I had, I wished it was more. I was your only helpful bank, And then me, you did thank. Now here I am sick and broke And sitting all alone, I sneeze and cough and I choke Now you or no-one are at my door or on the phone. One thing I know as long as I do live, You are my friend, but only when I have something to give. Randy L. McClave