At Least One Friend
An old man turned to me and asked,
“How many friends have you?”
“Why, ten or twenty friends have I”
And I named off just a few.
He smiled a knowing smile at me.
“But think of what you’re saying.
There’s so much that you don’t know!
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say “Hello”!”
“A friend’s tender shoulder
On which to softly cry,
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirit 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 forgotten
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 all!
So think of what I’ve spoken,
For every word is true.
And answer once again, my child,
How many friends have you?”
Awaiting my reply
I smiled at him and answered
“At least ONE friend have I!”
-Author Unknown
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