March 29, 2012

 

 

In our lives we have lots of pals,

And acquaintances by the score.

I don’t suppose that we ever know,

Which of those we really bore.

 

But how many people

Can we really call our friend?

Who’ll support us through thick and thin

Right to the end?

 

A real friend will tell us that we are wrong,

Knowing that we will shout.

They’d rather be truthful and make us see sense,

Than see us look a fool – I’ve no doubt.

 

A friend can be candid but still remain loyal.

And at times drive us right round the bend.

But they’ll always listen at the drop of a hat,

And always our problems they’ll mend.

 

 

A true friend is priceless

A solid rock,

Upon whom we can always depend.

 

 

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