My friend
what is it you mean to me
You listen to my problems
Never judge
Think of options
Sometimes fudge
Share my triumphs and my lows
Give support and rarely carp
Hah! makes you seem
like an angel with a harp
However there is that other side
Wicked humour
sometimes snide
gossip and rumour
your stock in trade
you take no prisoners if you are right
talk very loudly all the time
tend to behave badly when out at night
But my friend you are the best, a boon
you make me happy you make me sane
together we shout at the moon.
Updated version of my friend
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 