Who would have every known that a smile,
would have created a rainbow.
And I would find something more precious than a pot gold.
A friendship that can't be bought or sold and is priceless.
The weight of gold I can not hold.
The friendship I can hold with my heart and soul.
A friendship that will be shared when our friendship story is told.
That will remain till we're old, and never leaves the heart that
holds that pot of gold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
recognizing a dear friend