What a friend we have in time Gives us children, makes us wine Tells us what to take or leave behind
And the gifts of growing old Are the stories to be told Of the feelings more precious than gold
Friends I will remember you, think of you Pray for you And when another day is through I'll still be friends with you
Babies days are never long Mother's laugh is baby's song Gives us all the hope to carry on Friends I will remember you, think of you Pray for you And when another day is through I'll still be friends with you
Friends I will remember you, Think of you, pray for you And when another day is through I'll still be Friends with You
Friends I will remember you, Think of you, pray for you And when another day is through I'll still be Friends with You
No one criticizes the young rose when it's only a small bud and not yet open. It is beautiful right where it is, in the course of its growth. No one points at the thorns and complains that the rose needs water and sunshine to grow and someone to cultivate the ground. We simply gaze in wonder at its beauty, from bud to full blossom.The same is true of friendship. Like the rose, it is beautiful in each of its season. With time, love, nurturing, and faith, friendship will grow. Take time to stop and breathe in its fragrance and appreciate its development.
Being a friend is easy when times ar good or when you benefit from the relationship. But a true friend sticks by your side even when things get tough. This is the kind of friend you desire. But to have one, this is also the kind of friend you must be.
Out of all the things I have seen and read via the internet, this best expresses how I view true friendship. I thank you from deep within me and ask if I my copy this to my hard drive then use at will... PS.. is it possible to slightly enlarge it to make it easier to read?
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