A Friend Who Stayed
Everyone loves you when the sky is clear, when the laughter is loud and the road is near. But friends are not counted in the sunny days — they are found in the quiet, unshowy ways. You stayed when my voice had nothing to say, when the good news faded and the light went gray. No grand advice, no fixing speech — just a hand in reach, and a chair, and peace. So here is my thanks, in plainest rhyme: you gave me your presence, you gave me your time. The world moves fast, but some things stay — thank God for a friend who stayed. Tag the friend who stayed. 🤍