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