Friends

I own secrets and with you, I always share
And discuss one and one threadbare
That which inheritance could not give
I have with you, the freedom to live
The strength that a group can yield
I have with you in this frolic field
Mischief, this world loves and seldom scorns
Is copious with you, by the beach side morns
Worries that make us work
With you, are so mild, even in the murk
Innocence of youth and push of our headiness
Alone, as I see in this pic, is a matter-heaviness