Be Proud of You

Why do I say I am proud of you

Who am I to bestow such a line

I know you, I think like no other

I know your mind as I know mine

You give with no thought of return

You help with no promise of reward

You're there, whenever you're called on

It happens, they just think it should

Yet in your mind you judge by your standards

You expect from others

What you expect from yourself

You feel hurt when they constantly fall short then

You feel pain when they take for themselves

But you still give

Still offer all you are

To help, to assist to promote

Those values, those skills you can tutor

To those who give thanks only to themselves

So why am I proud

Both to know you and love you

Why am I honoured that you call me your friend

I am proud I am honoured because you are

The most giving most lovely I can call friend

But above all you are a teacher

Of all things, academic and else

You taught me love, hurt and then friendship

Is more important than status, than wealth