I smile at my friend,
It's always been there,
And it will be to the very end,
It shinny surface,
Glimmers in my hand,
With a side that cuts,
It is my friend,
It's been there though times of need,
And yes,
It does make me bleed,
And when I smile,
Just slightly,
I only may see my friend fortnightly,
It's my reliable, shinny,
Friend.
