The Eagles Soaring: For My Friends

A poem stating that my friends don't always have to put me first!

Egotistical, thrifty, and selfish, 
And thoroughly engrossed in their happy,
Yet precarious lives -
The truest sign of their most sincere
And lasting friendship: 
My appreciation of their supremely noteworthy gifts,
While I become the satisfied captain
Of my own god-fearing and righteous ship.

Although quietly booming,
The soaring flight of the eagle
Shows little remorse for my tender and fragile psyche,
As I continue to smartly and efficiently
Live a unique and stable life,
Purposely aware of my handicaps. 
But my mature, adult mission
Is to keep giving of my saintly self,
This towering, majestic flight of a different kind,
Which continues to gain in thrift and momentum
Through my most satisfying years!