(A positive poem from me? Wow. Surprised myself too.)
Friends make up your life
The true ones are always there
To raise your spirits
And decimate your ego
To lend a shoulder during pain
And a drink to toast your joy
To join you in your schemes
And help put up the bail money
To smack you for your stupidity
And cheer you for your genius
To tell you what they think
And hold nothing back when said
Be thankful for your friends
And be sure to keep them close
A lovely poem. I am thankful for mine, especially those honest and loving enough to chide me when I’m wrong. The ones who aren’t just pointing out a mistake to make you feel stupid, but who genuinely care enough to say, “This is wrong. You’re better than this.”
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Thanks. Those kinds of friends are rare.
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Wonderful, Charles. Being a good friend takes work – but it’s worth it a thousand times over.
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Thanks. Totally agree.
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I love this, Charles! It’s absolutely on the money, and I was nodding my head the whole time I was reading. Thanks for something positive to ponder! 😀
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Glad you liked it. 😊
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Well said, Charles.
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Thanks.
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Such true words and sentiment.
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Thanks. 😁
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Nice!
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Thanks.
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You’re welcome.
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