Saturday, June 13, 2009

Love of Friends


Man strives for glory, honour, fame,
That all the world may know his name,
Amasses wealth by brain and hand;
Becomes a power in the land.
But when he nears the end of life
And looks back o'er the years of strife,
He finds that happiness depends
On none of these, but love of friends.


Author Unknown

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem!
Blessings,
Jillian
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Louise said...

Great Poem Alecat, thanks or sharing-

I like your blog changes, it is still a little heavy for my poor old pedal powered dial up but what a terric resource you are growing here- well done!