Friends are, in my opinion , the most important thing for someone to have. True friends are few in life. You will have hundreds of aquaintences, but in contrast so few friends. I seem blessed by having a large number of people I would call true friends, and I don't know where in life I would be without them. This is for you, my friends. You know who you are.

To a Friend

You entered my life in a casual way,

There were others who passed me or met me each day,

Perhaps you were thinking of other folks more,

I know there were many such chances before,

 

You said just the thing that I wished you would say,

I held up my head in the old gallant way,

There are times when encouragement means such a lot,

There were others who could have, as easy as not-

 

There may have been someone who could have done more

What i needed was cheering, and always before

You helped to refashion the dream of my heart,

There were others who might have (I question that part)-

Grace Stricker Dawson

And saw at a glance what i needed;

But never a one of them heeded.

Or chance simply seemed to decree it;

But others-well, they didn't see it.

 

And made me believe that you meant it;

And resolved you should never repent it.

And a word is enough to convey it;

But, just the same, they didn't say it.

 

To help me along, though I doubt it;

They had let me plod onward without it.

And made me turn eagerly to it;

But, after all, they didn't do it!

Loyalty

He may be six kinds of a liar,

He may be a wicked highflyer

There may be a shadow above him

And I may not respect, but I love him,

 

I know he has faults by the billion,

I know that his record's vermilion,

But he's always been squar with yours truly,

And if he is wild and unruly,

 

I criticize him but i do it

And back-bitting gossips will rue it

I never make diagrams of him,

I don't analyze-I just love him,

Berton Braley

He may be ten kinds of a fool,

Beyond any reason or rule;

Of ruin and woes to impend,

Because-well, because he's my friends.

 

But his faults are a portion of him;

And he's far from the sweet Seraphim

Ready to give or to lend,

I like him-because he's my friend.

 

In just frank, comradely key,

If ever they knock him to me!

No maps of his soul have I penned;

Because-well, because he's my friend.

A Friends Greeting

I'd Like to be the sort of fried that you have been to me;

I'd like to mean as much to you each minute of the day

 

I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,

I'd like to say the kindly things that I so oft have heard,

 

I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me,

I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on

 

I'm wishing at this Christmas time that I could but repay

And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be:

Edgar A. Guest

I'd like to be the help that you've been always glad to be;

As you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.

 

To brush the gray from out your skies and leave them only blue

And feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you've stirred.

 

Yet that were wishing you a need I hope will never be;

Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to lean upon.

 

A portion of the gladness that you've strewn along my way;

I'd like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.