Monday, October 17, 2005

The poem about friends.

Sometimes we’re fools to overlook the people we have around us.
When we realize that, more often than not they’re gone.
Though people come and go, and the dearest one stays with you,
These special people always surround you.

Once close, now not, it matters little.
In times of need, they’ll be a friend indeed.
Its better late than never to realize that for a fact,
And do what you can to ensure that the friendship never ends.

Be a friend to make a friend.
Never take anything for granted to maintain a relationship.
Feelings are fragile and may get sore
But after a while, they’ll feel better therefore time to restore

dedicated to all those out there whom i have drifted away from.

jonny`
+ 10/17/2005 02:17:00 am