Real (Poem# 1213) Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Real (Poem# 1213)
When we were young
We thought that many friends
To whom we could belong
Is an importance we must attend.
But when we grew older
We realized this is best
That a few true friends
Will put our hearts at rest
It's where, for once- our searching ends.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~05.02.14
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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4/23/2024 10:30:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh yes! I commented on a poem earlier that having one good, true friend is worth so much more than 50 so-so friends! Nicely written poem.