At the end of every tunnel, <br />there is a light somewhere, <br />a light of hope and reason, <br />and a light to guide us to <br />the safety from the dark, <br />to outstretched hands there. <br />These hands hold out friendship, <br />something everyone needs, <br />for friendship brings a wealth <br />much more than anything money can buy, <br />for without this wealth, <br />many of us would <br />just shrivel up and die. <br /> <br />28 July 2007<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friendship-92/
