What is a companion?
Is it a man, woman, or simply the one,
or someone who always makes things fun?
Or is it a person who’s feet touch the ground,
who’s wisdom and insight joyously abound?
Or the one who has a tender smile,
a glance and grin that makes us stay awhile?
For me, I think a companion is this:
A person who’s presence you always miss,
who always gives a gentle kiss.
Someone who hugs when you’re scared or sad,
and are always patient — even when they are mad.
A companion is the one who lights the way,
down every path, on every day.