When life's script turns a shade too dark and grim, And we're lost, like Joey with a map askew, It's our real-life 'Friends' who make things less dim, With Chandler's wit and Monica's cleaning crew.

In tunnels deep, where Ross's "pivot!" fails, They're our Phoebes, singing smelly cat tunes. When hope's on a break, like Ross and Rachel's tales, They're the Central Perk to our afternoon.

Yet, amidst the laughs and rerun marathons, We might forget, in the sitcom's glow so bright, The real-life pals, our true life's icons, Who stand by us, every day and night.

So, whether you're a Joey or a Janice, Tell your friends they're your best life's practice.