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| Friends |
 ... Author Unknown
- The old
man turned to me and asked
- "How
many friends have you?"
- Why 10 or
20 friends have I,
- And named
off just a few ~
- He rose
quite slowly with effort
- And sadly
shook his head
- "A
lucky child you are
- To have
so many friends," he said,
- But think
of what you're saying
- There is
so much you do not know
- A friend
is just not someone
- To whom
you say "Hello"
- A friends
a tender shoulder
- On which
to softly cry
- A well to
pour your troubles down
- And raise
your spirits high
- A friend
is a hand to pull you up
- From
darkness and despair...
- When all
your other "so called"
friends
- Have
helped to put you there
- A true
friend is an ally
- Who can't
be moved or bought
- A voice
to keep your name alive
- When
others have forgot
- But most
of all a friend is a heart
- A strong
and sturdy wall
- For from
the hearts of friends
- There
comes the greatest love of all!
- So think
of what I've spoken
- For every
word is true
- And
answer once again my child
- How many
friends have you?
- And then
he stood and faced me
- Awaiting
my reply
- Softly I
answered
- "If
lucky... one have "I"
- "You!
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