Friend for Life


Friendship Poems

Fate Brought You To Me

Poet: Julie Hebert, 2012


I believe in fate you see,
And that is why you've come to me.
I knew one day our paths would cross.
It was just a matter for the boss.

I've looked and searched for many years,
Wondering when you would appear.
My patience sometimes came and went,
And was often in need to vent.

But I kept strong,
And went along.
Knowing you'd,
Soon be viewed.

And now you're here,
You are such a dear.
My fate's still strong,
I'm where I belong.



Friend For Life
Poet: Julie Hebert, 2012


What makes a friend for life?
This question is always been my strife.
I've had a lot of friends, but never did extend,
A gesture to be my friend for life.

Maybe I haven't found the one,
The person who would always be around.
A best friend to me is, the one that always says,
You can't always count on me, hands down.

But I think you may be the one,
I've been looking for all along.
You've been around for years, I just never saw clear,
How a friend like you could be lifelong.

It's nothing you did or said,
I just never saw you in that way.
But a great person you are, and we always got along,
Why shouldn't our lifelong friendship start today?

Short Quotes

Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow.
Swedish Proverb


Nothing is so strong as gentleness and nothing is so gentle as real strength.
Ralph W. Sockman



A good companion shortens the longest road.
Turkish Proverb


To like and dislike the same things, that is indeed true friendship.
Sallust


True is the sentence we are sometimes told: A friend is worth far more than bags of gold.
Leonora Christina


Best friendships are between people who can' be honest with each other, laugh at each other's faults, and don't try and change one another.
Jerry Jenkins, Twelve Things I Want my Kids to Remember


Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say.
Author Unknown


Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Charles Dickens

Short Poems and Quotes

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