The friendships of our Lives

When we're one, 
all we do means loads to us,
and loads to you

We twiddle our thumbs and roll 

and giggle,

and our laughter makes everyone 

think that we are highly huggable

When we're five, 

We fight and cry, 

if someone takes our favourite thing,  

No one really is not our friend

Albeit maybe a baby younger than us, 

Who manages to get what we defend

When we're ten,

Our friendships stick, 

We play together with our footballs 

or a stolen lipstick

When we're twenty we blossom out,

We make so many friends at once, 

Few start already to fade away and 

a handful stand out

Then onwards, the road is tricky,

Are we really authentic or are we really picky?

It seems like such a general rule, 

friends we make now may not be deep 

they could be cool

They could be deeper than anything we've known

But never touch our 'real' core or soul

The only test is time from now, 

We meet several along the road

who think like us ..

What is our idea of friendship?

What and who can we trust?

Some day it slowly dawns on us, 

The friendships we seek are us approving us

We then start the journey within,

Soothing our hurts and arranging our crowns

The outside and the inside heals slowly,

When in our own inner flame we invest our smiles 

and keep away our frowns...