The true fortune of a man
are the friends who choose
to be with him
when they can be somewhere
else around.
People pay
the apt and agile
to get things done.
People pay
the brightest and freshest minds
for ideas, perspectives and beyond.
People pay
for the expertise
they lack.
Because,
“people need people.”
Who doesn’t need people?
And friends,
they’re simply people–
the best of them all.
To cut the sentimental,
middle-aged lady’s going
endless musing:
I thank God
for those generous souls
who opt to be my people.
I am humbled
to have you all.
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