Being my best friend is not an easy thing to do
I am not a pleasant person; I am quick to throw a shoe
I was blessed to find a friend that didn’t immediately piss me off
A homie that is honest and always willing to hear me talk
I am painfully aware that true friends are hard to find
They are attuned to an individual and thus they are one of a kind
I am happy to have a real friend; even though I daily pity his plight
Its hard being the voice of reason when I just want to fight
I count him as a asset, even though I often give him Hell in life
He is my rescue buoy when I am drowning in reckless strife
I know when our journey is over and I stand before my God
I will thank him for my friend who stood with me against all odds
© 2013 Eddie Phillips