A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like those blades of grass that you
can never mow,
Standing straight and tall and proud in a perfect little row.
A friend is like a heart that goes on strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend.
Author Unknown
This version Copyright © 1999 by Rick Luquette
