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Friends (Who are they?)They say that friendship has a price that everyone must pay; That in order to have a friend it must be paid each day. It is not money, gold or wealth with which to take a chance, It is the risk of being hurt you must pay in advance. Nothing in life, it seems to me, can ever be risk free. Each day that we rise from our bed, we risk an injury. Each time that we engage our car, and back out of the drive, We simply have to wonder if we truly will survive. But the rewards are also great, as dangerous as it seems. It's friends that are on your side that really makes up teams; It's friends that listen patiently while one may rant and rave; It's friends that use a gentile touch to one who misbehaves. Friends always have the potential to hurt us grievously, It's also friends who love you true whoever you may be; It's friends that we depend on to really stick together; It's friends, who are your friends, come sun or wet weather. From berth until the time we die friends will come and go. It's friends who make us what we are, and help us then to grow; It's friends that love us, right or wrong, that help us when we fall; It's friends you hope will then recall, you were best friends to all. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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