Spirit Of A Friend
Finding a true Friend is a Treasure
Finding words alone can't be measure
They hug me when I need it, They cry with me when I'm sad,
When words that I say spill out that I don't mean they don't get mad,
They are a rare and unpolished gem,
They are a bright candle that never can go dim,
When you feel awful the burden they will carry
Yes, a true friend makes my life so merry!
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Moments In The Making | 0 | 12/31/2009 |
| The Rapture of it All | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
| Watching | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| Complete | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
| My Fate | 1 | 08/26/2009 |
| Farewell | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| The Pastor's Wife | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| Amazing Father | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| True Embrace | 1 | 08/06/2009 |
| Words | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Spirit Of A Friend | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Impressions of Me | 1 | 08/05/2009 |
| Strenght | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
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