| | 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 | Friend Like You, A (by: Anonymous)
In times of trouble friends will say,
"Just ask... I'll help you through it."
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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 | Gypsi Violin, The (by: Munda Schram)
The compelling violin lures
With an irresistible yearn
Dance, dance, please dance for me
I can no longer adjourn!
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
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