How Many Friends
Have You?

The old man turned to me and asked  "How many friends have you?"  Why 10 or 20 friends have I,  And named off just a few ~  He rose quite slow with effort  And sadly shook his head  "A fortunate child you are  To have so many friends," he said,  But think of what you're saying  There is so much you do not know  A friend is just not someone  To whom you say "Hello"  A friends a tender shoulder  On which to softly cry  A well to pour your troubles down  And raise your spirits high  A friend is a hand to pull you up  From darkness and despair...  When all your other "so called" friends  Have helped to put you there  A true friend is an ally  Who can't be moved or bought  A voice to keep your name alive  When others have forgot  But most of all a friend is a heart  A strong and sturdy wall  For from the hearts of friends  There comes the greatest love of all!!!  So think of what I've spoken  For every word is true  And answer once again my child  How many friends have you??  And then he stood and faced me  Awaiting my reply...