MY FRIEND
July21, 1988
Here we are apart, my friend.
Long miles have drawn us away,
And yet, my friend, it's not the end,
I'll see you another day.
I knew the day, when we first met,
Out friendship would have to grow.
I felt I'ld always known you,
Though your face, I did not know.
Through the years, we've shared a lot;
Our happiness hopes and fears.
It always helped to know, my friend,
That you were always there.
By:
Sheila Weaver
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