An ode to my friend

In a world hot and cold,

There has always been a friend, barely old.

A friend precious like gold,

She has her stories, scars and dreams untold,

But she takes on everyday with a lipstick so bold.

With the courage of a lioness, she lets the future unfold.

She has weights to carry yet no hand to hold.

And tells me what no fortuner ever foretold

Everytime I broke down, everytime my feelings rot like mold,

"Smile, my darling, my marigold!"

"You're not done, you're not sold!"

She assures me there's magic I withold.

And set me right like a collar fold. 

What can I say, what she means to me, 

She's my survival potion in human manifold. 

I cant find any more rhyming word, 

But I can say she is my warrior, my sword. 

She is my past lives' reward from the Almighty Lord. 

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