Some we've known all our lives.
Some are just passing by.
They are old, young and in-between.
Yet some turned out to be not what they seemed.
The ones that I've considered true,
Why have they made me feel so blue?
Many have disappeared to places unknown.
Eventually returning to what we call home.
They give us attention when needed the most.
They tell us the truth, not meaning to boast.
We need them to tell our secrets to.
Hopefully they won't pass them on to you.
Their title just a borrowed word.
Sometimes outlasting the life of a bird.
We tend to call them in times of need.
Soon to forget after floweres are seed.