He rose quite slow with effort
But think of what you're saying
A friend's a tender shoulder
A friend is a hand to pull you up
A true friend is an ally
But most of all a friend is a heart
So think of what I've spoken
And then he stood and faced me
"...You!"
The old man turned to me and asked
"How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends have I,
And named off just a few ~
And sadly shook his head
" A lucky child you are
To have so many friends," he said,
There is so much you do not know
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say "Hello"
On which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirits high
From darkness and despair...
When all your other "so called" friends
Have helped to put you there
Who can't be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive
When others have forgot
A strong and sturdy wall
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all
For every word is true
And answer once again my child
How many friends have you??
Awaiting my reply
Softly I answered "If lucky......one have I..."