NOT THE QUANTITY BUT THE QUALITY.

The old man turned to me and asked 
"How many friends have you?" 
Why? 10 or 20 friends have I, 
And named off just a few... 

He rose quite slow with effort 
And sadly shook his head 
"A lucky child you are 
To have so many friends," he said 

But think of what you're saying 
There is so much you do not know 
A friend is just not someone 
To whom you say "Hello".
   
 A friend's a tender shoulder 
On which to softly cry 
A well to pour your troubles down 
And raise your spirits high 

A friend is a hand to pull you up 
From darkness and despair... 
When all your other "so called" friends 
Have helped to put you there 

A true friend is an ally 
Who can't be moved or bought 
A voice to keep your name alive 
When others have forgot 

But most of all a friend is a heart 
A strong and sturdy wall 
For from the hearts of friends 
There comes the greatest love of all!!! 

So think of what I've spoken 
For every word is true 
And answer once again my child 
How many friends have you??? 

And then he stood and faced me 
Awaiting my reply 
Softly I answered 
"If lucky...... one have "I" 

"You!!!!"