Poem; Grace, a true friend.

Grace was a friend of mine
When I was fifteen,
She was warm and friendly;
Where no one had ever been.
On a Saturday night I would
Knock on her door, to go
Up town, she never let me
Down. We would sit in
'Nell's' Café drinking tea,
Listening to Jonny Ray records
Blasting out, you could not
hear yourself shout!
I had no money, but Grace
Would say," Do you want
A bag of chips, before we
Get on our way?" Much to
My dismay, she always paid.
"Let's go to the flicks, there's
A good film on," she would say,
"I'll pay."
I  had a friend called Grace,
Who was plump, and had to
Bear all the horrible comments
Coming her way, I remember
Her tears to this day.
She never had a boyfriend,
And often asked, "What's wrong
With me?" her face downcast.
And then one day while on
The bus she met this man,
The stuff of her dreams. It
Was love at first sight that night,
Only having eyes for each other,
Then came the engagement,
And marriage, perfect in every
way, but to this day I wonder
About my one time friend,
Who in the end found happiness.
I have never been able to find
Her, to say, "Thanks, you were grand,"
And shake her by the hand.