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Friends, I Love You

You think you have so many

By Colleen Millsteed Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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Friends, I Love You
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Most stages of our lives will see us surrounded and supported by friends. Different stages, different friends and if you are really lucky, you may have a friend or two that sticks with you through all the stages of your life.

But on saying that, are your friends, real friends? Or are they just acquaintances? Will they stand by you through thick and thin or do they disappear when the going gets tough?

Sadly I have always found that when the going gets tough, most of my friends, are really only acquaintances. I have been lucky though and I do have a few genuine friends. However, I can count these on the one hand.

Still, I am extremely grateful for those few wonderful friends.

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Friends, I Love You

We all need friends

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Friends, who needs them?

I do,

You think you have so many

But you’ve really only a few.

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Life can be so difficult

Then again life can be a lot of fun,

It all depends on your friends

Do you have a lot or only one?

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I thought I had a few

Until I hit some trouble,

Slowly I learnt who my true friends were

And found I only had a couple!!!

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I actually have nine friends from high school, which was fourty years ago now. Truly I am blessed.

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Originally posted on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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