My Special Friend Poem by Hunter Kejick
My Special Friend
Isn't it funny
How some special people
dont realize they are special at all?
They're thoughtful
Without even thinking about it
They're always right there
when you call.
They share, not excepting
a thing in return.
Yet always seem richer
for giving-
Isn't it lovely how
those special people
can teach us
so much about living!
You're one of those Special People!
Thanks for being my friend
Here's to those constantly giving without asking anything in return, yet inevitably recieving anything in return. Very nice, except 'excepting' should be 'accepting.'
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4/18/2024 12:44:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a beautiful poem. I love it!