When I think of friends...

When I think of friends,
And of the oldest
Can't think beyond two, the best.

The ones who have seen me grow,
And have stood by me in the highs and lows,

The ones who have spent those sleep less nights,
To see smile all the while,

The ones whom I have let down a thousand times,
But who say I am wonderful and nice.

The ones whom I told my deepest fears,
And the ones whom I will think of when death is near,

Do I have to say , who are they ?
I think you know and so do they.

Thanks Mummy and Papa.

P.S : I saw oldest friend on Sunday scribblings. I thought of all my friends who have been with me for long. I thought my husband , who has been by my side for 3 years. But then when you say oldest , by age or by time ..no one else qualifies :-)

Thanks for bearing with my horribe poetry ;-)