Our Friends

New friends I cherish and treasure their worth,
But old friends to me are the salt of the earth,
Friends are like garments that everyone wears,
New ones are needed for dressing affairs;
But when were at leisure, were more apt to choose,
The clothes that we purchased with last Season's shoes
Things we grow used to are things we love best -
The ones we are certain have weathered the test.
And isn't it time, since we're talking of friends,
That new ones bring pleasure when everything blends,
But when we want someone who thinks as we do,
And who fits, as I said, like last Summer's shoes;
We turn to the friends who have stuck through the years;
Who echo our laughter and dry up our tears;
They know every weakness and fault we posses,
But somehow forget them in friendship caress.
The story is old yet fragrant and sweet;
I've said it before, but just let me repeat;
New friends I cherish and treasure their worth,
But old friends to me are the salt of the Earth.

This was found in My Grandmothers suitcase.

Writer Unknown