A young man to a friend (A poem)

In my search for a friend
I found one I thought
in this impersonal world
with a human touch I sought

 I could discuss matters
unable to talk with family
To Share grief and happiness
being available easily

Somebody I could consider
next to immediate family
To provide any support
completely unconditionally

It does not matter
if your hair goes gray
grow fat and wrinkled
With you will always stay

If you are sick
I would come to meet
will comfort you
pressing your feet

 Keep me guessing
about me feel that way
or once my use is over
You will just walk away