When a friend offers you their hand take it cause one day it might not be there when you really need it

I lost everything i had
and i really got really mad
people looked down on me and always said i feel so bad
why is she always sad
i was actually kind of glad
it made me feel less mad

*this is the start of some poem*

I guess this is good-bye old pal
You've been a perfect friend
I'll see you soon again old pal
I hope that when i do
It's won't be on a plate
*a song from the play Into The Woods!! Gotta love it!!*