Friends.
Many do they number ,
the times I have been alone, in this world .
When hope has faltered ,and reason has vanished .
My life , lacking purpose or meaning,
such was my despair.
When all else was broken ,
there was a bond , it could not tear ,
that of friendship ,
where it not for that ,
How would I care .
It bent down beside me , when I had fallen ,
and lifted me back ,
Twas comfort , in times of need ,
when did the strength , I lacked.
A warmth , when cold was my heart ,
weaked and cracked .
Yet , always was it there ,
A rod to stiffen my back .
For as long as their Unity has strengthened my resolve ,
stood beside me , and cared when I could not ,
My world , tid not end ,
For such was the care , that I could mend.
So of Truth and Love , Loyalty and Friendship ,
I know , in my heart ,
They do not end.
Clement Hardy
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