Friendship

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ONCE on a time there was a road
Went winding by my door.
And fain I was to travel it
In search of golden store.
And O! how oft with heavy heart
The weary miles I trod,
And many a sorry tale I learned
Upon the open road.
Often times I was made glad
And oft my heart was sore.
For folk who traveled on the road
That winded by my door.
Adventure came, aye many a time,
And even now I sigh.
And sorry am to count the times
The false gods caught my eye.
But now I keep a little spot
Just off the busy road,
And there I patient, wise-eyed wait
Those of the heavy load.
And kindly then I draw them in
While warm heart talks to heart.
And when night darkens I have found
We’re sorry for to part.
This happened too once on a time
When I was weak and sore.
I drew a jewel from the road
That winded by my door.
But then I very often find
Two roads so different meet,
And many a friend I’ve found and kept
For whom I did not seek.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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