In Kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one. 

In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls. 

In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully. 

In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus. 

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nasty Nick or Smelly Susan. 

In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you. 

In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed. 

In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had. 

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears. 

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there. 

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch. 

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced  your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick [or Glenn] or Susan, and found you a date to the prom. 

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.

At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you. 

The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved. 

 

 

Friends With You

By John Denver

What a friend we have in time
Gives us children, makes us wine
Tells us what to take or leave behind

And the gifts of growing old
Are the stories to be told
Of the feelings more precious than gold

Friends I will remember you, think of you
Pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be friends with you

Babies days are never long
Mother's laugh is baby's song
Gives us all the hope to carry on
Friends I will remember you, think of you
Pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be friends with you

Friends I will remember you,
Think of you, pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be Friends with You

Friends I will remember you,
Think of you, pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be Friends with You

 

RAINBOWS 

If I could catch a rainbow 
I would do it just for you. 
And share with you it's beauty 
On the days you're feeling blue. 
If I could build a mountain 
You could call your very own. 
A place to find serenity 
A place to be alone. 
If I could take your troubles 
I would toss them in the sea. 
But all these things I'm finding 
are impossible for me, 
I cannot build a mountain 
Or catch a rainbow fair 
But let me be...what I know best, 
a friend that's always there. 

 

~ FRIENDS ~ 

As we walk our path of life, 
We meet people everyday. 
Most are simply met by chance. 
But, some are sent our way. 

These become special friends 
Whose bond we can't explain; 
The ones who understand us 
And share our joy and pain. 

Their love contains no boundaries. 
So, even we are apart. 
Their presence enhances us 
With a warmth felt in the heart. 

This love becomes a passageway, 
When even the miles disappear. 
And so, these friends, God sends our way, 
Remain forever near. 
We've joined together as classmates 
as the new year begins... 
A year full of learning 
while we become friends. 
We'll share and be kind 
as we work and play. 
And our friendship will grow 
with each passing day. 

I had a box of crayons, 
All shiny, straight and new. 
I lent a friend one crayon, 
And--oops--it broke in two! 

My friend said she was sorry, 
But I said "I don't care, 
'cause now we both can color 
with one crayon--we can share!" 

 

 

FRIENDSHIP IS A PRICELESS GIFT 

THAT CANNOT BE BOUGHT OR SOLD 

BUT ITS VALUE IS FAR GREATER 

THAN THE MOUNTAIN MADE OF GOLD 

FOR GOLD IS COLD & LIFELESS 

IT CAN NEITHER SEE NOR HEAR 

& IN THE TIME OF TROUBLE 

IT IS POWER LESS 2 CHEER-- 

IT HAS NO EARS 2 LISTEN 

NOR HEART 2 UNDERSTAND 

IT CANNOT BRING U COMFORT 

OR REACH OUT A HELPING HAND 

SO WHEN U ASK 

GOD FOR A GIFT 

BE THANKFUL IF HE SENDS 

NOT DIAMONDS, PEARLS OR RICHES 

BUT THE LOVE OF REAL TRUE FRIENDS