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This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Paint with strokes of love,

Brush warmth of summer sun,

Birds fluttering all about,

And clear, blue skies above.

 

Paint happy trees, merry streams,

Stroke in children’s laughter,

Happy dogs and cats,

Lemon light of drowsy dreams.

 

Stroke in cool, green grass,

Quiet, existing limpid pools,

Browns of a robust mountain;

Blend them like sands in an hourglass.

 

Paint no sadness on life’s canvas,

Her presence already abounds;

Life is loaded with her morass,

So…just paint in happy sounds.

Friends

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Friends are those

Who’ll share joy or troubles.

With the help of friends,

One’s strength doubles.

 

Friends who listen

To both problems and trial,

No argument, cajoling,

No attempt to beguile.

 

Friends are those tested,

Who rise to the task

Answer the call,

Lending support without being asked.

 

Helping each other when necessary,

No apology or amend.

It’s easy to share troubles

With a close, cherished friend.

 

Living without friends

Is true sadness indeed,

For they share in your joy,

Sympathize with your need.

 

Remember — friends can’t be purchased,

For, if they could, what price?

To stand solidly beside you

Thirty times thrice.

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