The company

In life, its not money but the people that you earn,

The ones who push you forward, the ones who help you learn.

The real ones who speak straight, keep them close,

A true friendship is like a thorn-less rose.

The road seems less difficult with people cheering,

The topic seems less painful with someone hearing.

I close my eyes, thinking of the memories old,

Its not places I see but people I made them with, the warmth destroys all cold.

Home is mere bricks without family, the school the same without friends,

With the right group, every emotion blends.

Everyone needs someone to talk with, someone who will understand,

Someone to hug you, someone to hold your hand.

Life is delicate, be careful who you let in,

some make it better, some destroy it after they get in.

Hope is like glass, it might shatter,

the ones who are there to collect the pieces are the ones who matter.

The ones who are there for you in your quiet, to wipe your tears,

Those who are there to not run away, but make you fight your fears.

The ones who can make you smile in your worst,

The ones who can quench every thirst,

Life will end, nothing will matter but the memories,

The memories you make with your friends and families.

The money will go and you will too,

At least have some people to remember you.