A Poem by Amata Luna

I count treasures as good friends gained

Friends are dear if they are real
If they are not, they'd be so mean
Affront they'll laugh, with you they'll smile
Turn around and they'll mock your back

Good friends, on the other hand, would stay as near
Though far maybe, they'll keep you dear
They may say things right on your face
They'll pierce as sharp but heal as gain

Real friends are true whatever may
They are the best, a treasured gain
So if you'll choose a friend as dear
Choose well and stick to those who cares

For with good friends you win the race,
But for wrong ones,you'll fall in pace

© 2012 Amata Luna

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Added on January 9, 2012
Last Updated on January 10, 2012
Tags: friends, life, truth, happiness. real treasures


Amata Luna
Amata Luna

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A Poem by Amata Luna