I know of nothing quite so grand...As just to have a friend ...A person who can understand...Whatever thoughts I send ...An individual who tries... to help in every way...Who has the heart to sympathize...Whenever clouds are gray... The one who criticizes me...When I am really wrong...And somehow makes it seem to be ...As pleasant as a song... The kind of person who will come...In answer to my call... Without expecting any sum...Or compliment at all...The one who means his word of praise...For some good deed I do ... And in so many other ways...Confirms a friendship true. James J. Metcalfe |