On our life's path so oft' we'll find a bend,
When daylight pales a cloudy sombre hue,
Such darkness will seem brighter with a friend,
My hope instilled, for I am blessed with two.

Good friends are scarce, as rare as precious jewels,
Who don't intrude and yet are never far,
To discard friendship is a trait of fools,
How bleak the nightsky bearing just one star.

When Angels beckon one I hope it's me,
No joy in being bereft to grieve alone,
For now we'll live and laugh as comrades three,
Our names not etched as yet on marble stone.

So in salute I raise a glass of wine,
And toast 'Good Health' for two good friends of mine.