Friends

SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR

BY BLANCHE BENNAIRDE.

OH, give to me a chosen friend;

With whom I may compare

And mingle all my inmost thoughts,

And every pleasure share.

Sometimes, I'd steal away alone

To feast on Learning's page;

Then, Time may fly, I heed him not,

But wish each hour an age.

Yet, give me one true, faithful friend,

Who cares not for my gold,

But loves me with confiding heart,

And is nor bought, nor sold.

I then can go where duty calls;

Can minister to those

On whom Affliction's heavy hand

Hath dealt severest blows.

Or, I can smile and sing with joy,

Where faces all are bright,

And Pleasure sits in regal power,

Dispensing sweet delight.

Then is long life, with one true friend,

A something which I crave;

And thus on earth I'd journey on

With joy, unto the grave.

Today when I was on the net I found this poem from an 1850's Goodey's Lady's book... It really reminded me of how you can have so many different friends, but no-one as special as how they described friends in the poem. You would be a very lucky person if you had someone that you could share all of your closest dreams and thoughts with. Friends are said to be the closest people to you after your family and I think this is absolutely right. Without friends who would tell you if you had a bad hair day or something in your teeth and to have a shoulder to cry on or to share a good joke with... So next time you see your friends give them a hug and tell them what they mean to you.