Friendship
Some would say I grow philosophical,
As into old age I have grown.
I say, it is a product of wisdom,
The experiences I have known.
For many trials and many joys,
As in my travels I did roam,
Has lead me right back to this place,
The one that I call Home.
I found all the riches
This old world can find,
Are never quite as satisfying
As the one’s inside my mind.
For it seems if what I long for,
I should ever get.
It would never satisfy me more,
Than the friends I have met.
Time is a precious gift,
One which can ne’er be replaced.
Through this life I am blessed.
With friends my life has been graced.
As into old age I have grown.
I say, it is a product of wisdom,
The experiences I have known.
For many trials and many joys,
As in my travels I did roam,
Has lead me right back to this place,
The one that I call Home.
I found all the riches
This old world can find,
Are never quite as satisfying
As the one’s inside my mind.
For it seems if what I long for,
I should ever get.
It would never satisfy me more,
Than the friends I have met.
Time is a precious gift,
One which can ne’er be replaced.
Through this life I am blessed.
With friends my life has been graced.
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