Friend is a word that I don't throw around Though it's used and abused, I still like the sound. I save it for people who've done right by me And I know I can count on, if ever need be. Some of my friends drive big limousines Own ranches and banks and visit with queens, And some of my friends are up to their neck In overdue notes and can't write a check. They're singers or ropers or writers of prose And others, God bless 'em, can't blow their own nose! I guess bein' friends don't have nothing' to do With talent or money or knowin' who's who. It's a comfortable feelin' when you don't have to care, 'Bout chosin' your words or bein' quite fair. 'Cause friends'll just listen and let go on by Those words you don't mean and not bat an eye. It makes a friend happy to see your success. They're proud of yer good side and forgive all the rest. And that ain't so easy, all of the time, Sometimes I get crazy and seem to go blind! Yer friend just might have to take you on home, Or remind you sometime, that you're not alone. Or ever so gently pull you back to the ground, When you think you can fly, with no one around. A hug or a shake, whichever seems right Is the high point of givin', I'll tell ya tonight, All worldly riches and tributes of men, Can't hold a candle to the worth of a friend
Around the corner I have friends, In this great city that has no ends,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on, And before I know it, a year is gone
I never see my old firend's face, for life is a swift and terrible race,
They know I like them just as well, as in the days when I range their bell.
My Favorite Poem about Friends
Just knowing you're always there with a sympathetic ear
An encouraging word, and an understand heard,
Gives me a feeling of peace,
And knowing that you count on me just as i count on you,
Makes a our friendship one of the most valuable gifts,
I've ever been given, and I wouldn't trade it for anything!
Your Friendships are a special gift for me....
I could never explain how greatful you are,
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