As time has progressed and submitted some wisdom,
I have learned to watch out when choosing a true friend.

Some have been tested and tried by the fire,
And passed through and won, to end up a liar.

Others fell out at the first change of wind.
And some still stood firm, but then started to bend.

If I had a million friends I call true,
Only one would stay through it; and that friend is you.

Surely you know you are one in a million.
I appreciate you, for you are more than a friend.

And though I know not what the future may bring,
I thank God for you now, for my one true friend being

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