"A Friend Is..."

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...
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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 just not someone
to whom you say 'Hello'
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"A friends a tender shoulder
on which to softly cry...
A well to pour your troubles down
and raise your spirits high...
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"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...
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"A true friend is an ally
who can't be moved or bought...
A voice to keep your name alive
when others have forgot...
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"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!!!
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"So think of what I've spoken...
For every word is true...
And answer once again, my child,
'How many friends have you'??"
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And then he stood and faced me,
awaiting my reply...
Softly I answered
"If lucky......one have 'I'...

You!!!"

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