FRIENDS

Friends I have in plenty;

Those who who stretch their cheeks,

Others who show their teeth,

Yet others who sweet talk to find out What.

And still, when life blows up a storm;

All the above just disappear-

And remain only a few, 

who , so far _

Never approached us to be seen,

Nevertheless, behind us they stand upright and strong;

To support  with empathy and earnings -just in case you need......when your purse strings go tight.

Quietly stitching up patches 

Of loneliness, despair, humiliation and hard luck, when it blows over unexpectedly your very existence.

They are so easy to count.....1, 2 and 3!