Help when down.
They turn a frown around.
When times are bad,
only real ones I had.
The best
from the rest.
make life livable.
Happiness is over full.
Joy is their only tool.
I need to stand on a stool
to see,
past the sea,
the sea of friends
that never end.
One's funny, one's happy-go-luck,
one's a monkey.
All the best from the ones I've seen.
The rest are fiends
compared to them.
They helped fend
my pain
and my shame.
