Friend..

dont know who wrote this, but its kind of cute...

Friends Forever
Written with a pen
Sealed with a kiss
If you are my friend,
Please answer this:
Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now and tell me true,
So I can say, I am here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the one I won't forget.
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven
And wait for you.

Hi,

That was a real good one... I enjoyed it... Made me to remember some of my best friends... Called them... They are happy and I am also happy...

Thanks...

That was a great post, i loved reading it. My friend of many yeras wrote to me today and this poem made more sense than ever. Thanks for posting.

I firmly believe that Dosti (Friendship) is the best relationship of all. Nothing can beat a sound, honest caring friend...

This is really cute one Reenae. Yes there is no person like a friend who is always there with us in our sadness and happiness, who support us when we are falling and praise us at our success. This is reaaly nice one.

Another beautiful one for friends there are many things that friends do to us unknowingly
Cracked pots friends
its nice to be imperfect at times

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of
a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long
walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half
full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water. Of course , the perfect pot was
proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of
its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what
it had been
made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to
the woman one day by the stream "I am ashamed of myself, because this
crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your
house."

The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your
side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?"

"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted
flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk
back, you water them."

"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there
would not be this beauty to grace the house."

E ach of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we
each have that make our lives together so very interesting and
rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the
good in them.

SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to
smell the flowers on your side of the path!

Hi reenae,

Friendship...great one..

aruna

loved the story. quite true..each one is unique.that is why life is interesting..imagine clones....