Cheers to Friendship

There are some handful of them,

Who are life's precious gems,

Through the journey, the ups and downs,

A loathsome mood they cheer with

The silhouette of a clown.

They don't stab on the back

However barbequed our heads are,

They soon mend the cracks.

These friends so full of zest,

Keep spraying insecticides

Of laughter,

On the wrecked emotions as a pest,

Which ruins the whorls of leaves

To slaughter.

There are some handful of them

Who keep sprinkling coolness of their

Words,

In this fallible life's game.

Whether the crown ornamenting

Our heads,

Or the dirt, on it sole of our feet, rests,

These mates travel through every terrain

Even with a stench of betadine during

Pain.

These buddies are the chime to our

Souls,

The jinx they excavate out in our lives

Role,

Maybe this day we are far from sight

But a phone call they would still attend,

However, coerced is their own fight.