Ode to the Alter Ego


What makes a friend, a friend, my dear,
What makes a friend you can count on?
Is it the place, the place that's near,
Is it the place he hangs his hat,
Is it the place that's far from here,
Is it the place you'd come to chat?
What makes a friend, a friend, my dear,
What makes a friend, a bulwark to mount on?

What makes a friend, a friend, my dear,
What makes a friend worthy of trust?
Is it the job, the job or the man,
Is it the job where he earns his keep,
Is it the job, his vocation's plan,
Is it the job for leaders or sheep,
What makes a friend, a friend, my dear,
What makes a friend, steel that wont rust?

What makes a friend, your friend, my dear,
What makes a friend like your brother?
Is it his school, his family name?
Is he so cute, friendly and fun?
Is he cool, passionate for fame?
Is it his loot under the gun?
What makes a friend, your friend, my dear,
What makes a friend more than another?

Pain makes a friend, your friend, my dear,
Patience makes a friend like none other.
Not where he's been, not what he's done,
If for you he's there, supporting;
Not whom he's seen, not void of fun,
Yearning to share your cavorting.
Passion makes a friend, your friend, my dear,
Phileo makes a friend whose love won't smother.



  --Don Juan de Feu

 

 

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