BUDDIES

YOU ARE MY FRIEND

The old man turned to me and asked,

"How many friends have you?"

"Oh, 10 or 20 friends have I,"

And named off just a few ~

He rose quite slow 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 not just someone

To whom you say, 'Hello.'

A friend is 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

And softly then I answered,

"If lucky, one friend have I."

"YOU ARE MY FRIEND."

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