You can’t go

You doubled up my every joy
Whenever I was glad.
And helped me cure my broken heart,
When my soul was sad.

You’re such a treasured friend of mine
The world can never see.
You’re always a pleasure to be with
I greet my life with glee.

Your hands were there to help me out
And shoulders to depend.
I’m so very thankful to the God
To have you as my friend.

We both are now as old as hills
And meetings now are few.
The oldest friendship of ours
Is fresh as morning dew.