How Many Friends Have You?

The old man turned to me and asked
"How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends...I have plenty,
And I named off just a few....

He rose quiet 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 that you do not even know
who to name...
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say "Hello"

A friend is a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry on...
A well, to pour your troubles down...
And of course, raise your spirits high

A friend is a hand to pull you up
From darkness and despair...
When all you 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 is a heart...
A very strong and sturdy wall
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all!!!

So think of what I've spoken
For every word is true
And answer once again my child
How many friends have you?

And then he stood and faced me
Awaiting my reply
Softly I answered
"If lucky...
one...I HAVE YOU!!!

(Author Unknown to Me)

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