True Friendship

True Friendship short poem

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Like the moon can cause the waves to move,
and Sun can grow the flowers,
So too, a friend can fill another’s life with many golden hours.
So strive your best to sow True Friends through love,
through trust, through duty, so in the later years of Life,
each day is filled with beauty.
True friendship, immortal as the Soul,
lives on and on forever,
and neither man nor death from you,
this gift, can either ever sever.

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Warren P Padla

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majored in journalism at NYU in the 50s; received my masters in business from there and worked for Equitable Life in NY for many years. When retired entered antique business and real estate; retired to Massachusetts and Florida; currently do a lot of volunteer work. Friends forced me into poetry due to much writing I had sent to them over the years. So I joined High On Poems. the end, warren
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