Make your own free website on Tripod.com
 
 

 


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 slow with effort
And sadly shook his head
A lucky child are you
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's a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry,
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirits high

A friend's 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's 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
Soft and sad I answered
"If lucky I have one."



 My Friendship Page!


© 1998-2000 Punit