Dedicated to my friends

by Liz O'sullivan 1997

True wealth cannot be measured by material posessions,

Nor power,

Nor intellect,

Nor Success,

For we are destitute without the ones to share it with.

It is these people with whom we care and laugh and cry

and live the essence of life.

They Accept our faults without the slightest hesitation,

And we talk about our dreams, desires and aspirations together,

and lie on our backs amongest the glistening dew,

divulging innermost thoughts beneath a starry black exspanse,

Then the point in time comes when we discard the inhibition of speech,

for a gesture of the hand and a glimmer in the eye speaks pages more then words

And all we really need to know is that they are always beside us,

A comforter,

A friend.

So even if we are millions of miles away,

The memory stays golden like a smile or a sunset,

etched in time,

Never fading....