A lasting friendship is a thing...That only you can make... But something that a second's time...Is all it needs to break... The picture is the same as when...We plant an acorn small ...And want it to become a tree....Magnificent and tall... And when we swing our ax until...That one and final stroke ...When we discover we have felled...The promise of an oak...A lasting friendship is a thing...Of delicate design ...That needs the rain and sunshine and...The silver stars that shine...Indeed it has to have the best...Of care that we can give...If we would have it last as long...As ever we may live. James J. Metcalfe |
