Two old friends met on the street,
Hadn't talked in many a year;
"How's your family,?" asked this dear old friend,
"I'd really like to hear."
"George has a Master's in literature,"
The other said, with pride,
"And Mary's a grad in modern art,
Her career she has yet to decide."
"And How's Willy," the first friend kindly asked,
While the other displayed defeat;
"Oh, Willy's a plumber," she sighed, hanging her head,
"But wit
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
L
When I am looking into your eyes,
I see all the love you have for me.
I see in yo
They put me in the oven to bake.
Me, a deprived and miserable cake.
Feeling the h
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Whatever happened to us when did we end?
How long ago did I consider you a friend?
<Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
