Tell me if you like it, a poem I wrote for my friends bday

A Friend of Mine

A friend is a fork when your in need of a hot meal
A friend is the soft grass when its on one knee that you kneel

A friend is the bed on which you will lie
A friend is the tissue when you feel the need to cry

A friend is forever present, forever near
A friend is the sun when it’s the darkness you fear

A friend is the flame so that your dinner will roast
A friend is the one that will love you the most

A friend is the moon in the deep blue sky
A friend will hold your hand when it’s your time to die

Nice but there's already a poetry thread.
bye bye mr thread

Spirit,

It's somewhat food oriented, fork, cooking fire etc...

And, I suppose with birthdays, references to death aren't too unexpected.

Maybe rework it a little, use different concepts and don't get "stuck" in the "food rut", maybe even try for humor.

A friend doesn't bail you out of jail
A friend is sitting with you in jail...

Or some such.

Hey...I have news everybody! This poem is a lie! It needs a caution sign...Warning: Results may vary! or some such thing.