David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
At times, we adopt friends
so they become part of our extended family.
We extend them the love
that lives within our hearts
to show them how we really care.
That they are always welcome
into our world night and day,
show them that in their troubled times
that we are there for them twenty-four seven
to help them through.
They are more than friends now
that they have become family,
their hurts are our hurts,
and their pains are our pains.
Therefore, when you adopt a friend
they become more than a friend.
They become a brother or sister to you.
You can talk over your troubles always with them
as they can talk over theirs with you.
After all, they have become family
and family ties lie deeper
than anyone can deny
and they will remain that way
until our dying day.
20 November 2008
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