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AT LEAST ONE FRIENDAn old man turned to me and asked,"How many friends have you?""Why, ten or twenty friends have I,"And I named off just a few.He smiled a knowing smile at meAnd sadly shook his head."How lucky you must beTo have so many friends," he said."But think of what you're saying.There's so much that you don't know!A friend is just not someoneTo whom you say "Hello"!""A friend's a tender shoulderOn which to softly cry,A well to pour your troubles downAnd raise your spirits high.A friend's a hand to pull you upFrom darkness and despair,When all your other so-called "friends"Have helped to put you there!A true friend is an allyWho can't be moved or bought,A voice to keep your name aliveWhen others have forgot.But most of all a friend's a heart,A strong and sturdy wall,For from the hearts of friends there comesThe greatest love of all!So think of what I've spoken,For every word is true.And answer once again, my child,How many friends have you?"And then he stood and faced me,Awaiting my reply.I smiled at him and answered,"At least ONE friend have I!"