"How many friends have you?"

Why 10 or 20 friends have I,

And named off just a few...

He rose quite slow with effort

And sadly shook his head

"A lucky child you are

To have so many friends," he said

But think of what you're saying

There is so much you do not know

A friend is just not someone

To whom you say "Hello"

A friends a tender shoulder

On which to softly cry

A well to pour your troubles down

And raise your spirits high

A friend is a hand to pull you up

From darkness and despair...

When all your other "so called" friends

Have helped to put you there

A true friend is an ally

Who can't be moved or bought

A voice to keep your name alive

When others have forgot

But most of all a friend is a heart

A strong and sturdy wall

For from the hearts of friends

There comes the greatest love of all!!!

So think of what I've spoken

For every word is true

And answer once again my child

How many friends have you???

And then he stood and faced me

Awaiting my reply softly I answered

"If lucky...... one have "I"