Posted by Rachel (184.108.40.206) on June 08, 2001 at 12:40:30:
It's never far to an old friend's house,
And the way is smooth and fine;
The path bears many a telltale mark
Of footprints...his and mine.
The day is always bright and fair
When I, on a friend would call,
Who's been a friend in time and stress
And stood by through it all.
Each hill and vale and winding curve,
Its youthful fancies lend,
And miles are short when I go forth
To the house of an old, old friend.
Though skies are drear and clouds hang low
And the outlook drab and gray,
There's a radiant glow at an old friend's house
The drives the gloom away.
Time never drags at an old friends's house
And the hours are filled with joy;
He pictures me and I picture him
As a carefree laughing boy.
Old faces beam with wrinkled smiles,
And the long years brightly blend
In a wealth of treasured memories -
At the house of an old, old friend!
Ideals Magazine - Adam N. Reiter
Wearing my heart on my sleeve... - Rachel
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