Advice (by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919)) 'T were a dull old world, me thinks, my friend, If we all just went one way; Yet our paths will meet no doubt at the end, Though they lead apart today... continue reading
Arrow And The Song, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. continue reading
Dummy, The (by: Michael Mack) In that forgotten part of town Where wasted hopes and dreams abound, A wrinkled man with life near end, In hopes to have at least one friend, Fashioned bits of wood and things And made a dummy run by strings. continue reading
Foes (by: Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919)) All blinded by the crimson glow Of sin's disguise I tempted Fate. "I knew thy weakness!" sneered my foe, I saved myself, and balked his hate... continue reading
Friendship (by: Unknown) There's a miracle of Friendship that dwells within the heart... continue reading
Gift Of Friendship, The (by: Unknown) Once the package of friendship has been opened, it can never be closed. It is a constant book always written, waiting to be read and enjoyed. continue reading
Glass Rainbow (by: Lisa G. Leming) Come over to my house to play When the birds won't sing and the skies are gray continue reading
I Am! Yet What I Am None Cares Or Knows (by: John Clare (1793 - 1864)) I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tossed continue reading
