A True Friend

Relatives we`re landed with,

Maybe most we wish to keep,

Yet hidden away quite often

There is that ' old black sheep',

Very little choice we have

As each family tree may grow and grow

Roots spreading far and wide

As the four winds can blow,

Often they`re not here for us

Or even think to care,

They`re wrapped up in their own lives

With little time to spare.



But friends we can depend on,

A true friend won`t let us down,

They may not share our blood

Yet they`ll do their best to lift our frown.