A FRIEND

By: Jack Sparks

FRIENDS ARE HARD TO COME BY
FEW AND FAR BETWEEN
SOMEONE WHO IS CARING ,
SOMEONE WHO'S NOT MEAN

WE MET AT THE FRESHMAN PICNIC
AND I THOUGHT IT WAS AWFUL QUEER,
THAT HE WAS ONLY FOURTEEN
AND HAD A FULL-FACED BEARD

MANY TIME LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO DO
TIME WOULD PASS ON BY,
I WOULD SIT IN A CHAIR AND TWIDDLE MY THUMBS
HE WOULD LET OUT A SIGH

HE WAS A FRIEND, A PAL, A BUDDY,
A COMPANION AND A CHUM,
AND HE ALWAYS SEEMED TO PICK YOU UP
WHEN YOU WERE FEELING GLUM

WHEN I HEARD THE NEWS THAT MORNING,
I SAT IN A CHAIR AND CRIED,
NO MORE DRINKING ROOT BEER
NO MORE LOVETONE PRIDE

I WAS MAD AT GOD FOR TAKING HIM
AND PUTTING MY FAITH TO THE TEST,
BUT THIS JUST GOES TO SHOW YOU,
HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST

SO WHETHER HE WAS OBLIVIOUS,
OR MAYBE HE COULD SEE,
THAT ANDREW THOMAS RUBEL
MEANT THE WORLD TO ME.