Old Friend

You are a mystery to me so rigid, confining yet setting me free- so sure of yourself but wholly without arrogance holding your ground no matter the circumstance stubbornly constant yourself unchanging I find my life you're incessantly rearranging Yet your radiant beauty is splendid and fine you need no dressing up for you are naturally sublime and you daily achieve what I can only aspire guiding, inspiring others higher and higher Your standards are demanding attention commanding you're unwavering worth savoring and constantly expanding my hopes, my fears my understanding And although, at times you wound me deeply and sometimes I treat you cheaply- I feel that perhaps you're the only friend who will be here 'til the end my oldest friend from earliest youth my rock, my counselor my teacher- Truth