As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.



These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.



Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.



This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.


I had a box of crayons,
All shiny, straight and new.
I lent a friend one crayon,
And--oops--it broke in two!

My friend said he was sorry,
But I said "I don't care,
'cause now we both can color
with one crayon--we can share!"