Just as the rusty old nails
Are still hanging in place,
Holding the faded boards
Of my weather beaten shack.
To me such a loving picture
Of the Special Friend in my life
That has always been there
From the very beginning.
Even though the weather turned
The boards of my shack to gray,
You didn't ever back away.
You held me secure in place, in life
Causing me to realize the rains
That faded my shack would end
And again I would see sunshine.
My shack still stands
Through the storms of life,
Even though the nails are rusty
I still see a great friendship,
Held in our hearts
Not by rusty nails
But by love that never fades.



©Bill Mann