Accounting of Friendship
Friendship, with pure love and understanding,
multiplies the joy...never rude, demanding.
The warmth and comfort, dear friends in accord,
good days or good deeds, each its own reward.
Of those who qualify to be a friend,
life opens doors that hearts and minds might blend.
And, in the process, love dispels grim night,
divides and shares each burden so it's light.
The black dog, white dog; each must have his day.
Evil trembles, shakes its fist...and runs away.
Quote: Baltasar Gracian
To my dear Charlie,
Love & blessings...
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