I'm happy when I see my friends
Each is a wonder that never ends,
In this world, to thrive,
They are remedies for a boring life.
When our troubles are much and all,
Friends will make them small:
A problem shared is a problem solved,
Only if one is truly loved.
O, when they call my name,
I feel blessed with a little fame.
A wonderful feeling of being
known
Flits through my every bone.
Our hearts sing a song so sweet,
This makes us smile anytime we meet.
Life's no longer difficult
While we laugh and forget our faults.
True, a faithful friend is not a curse
And a bad one makes life worse.
Like dancing trees to the wind's melody
So are we swayed by friends and family.
Edited by Ma'am Brigitte Poirson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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