I'd like to be the sort of friend that <br />you have been to me; <br />I'd like to be the help that <br />you've been always glad to be; <br /> <br />I'd like to mean as much to you <br />each minute of the day <br />As you have meant, old friend of mine, <br />to me along the way. <br /> <br />I'd like to do the big things and <br />the splendid things for you, <br />To brush the gray from out your skies <br />and leave them only blue; <br /> <br />I'd like to say the kindly things that <br />I so oft have heard, <br />And feel that I could rouse your soul <br />the way that mine you've stirred. <br /> <br />I'd like to give you back the joy <br />that you have given me, <br />Yet that were wishing you a need <br />I hope will never be; <br /> <br />I'd like to make you feel as rich as I, <br />who travel on <br />Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to <br />lean upon. <br /> <br />I'm wishing at this time that I <br />could but repay <br />A portion of the gladness that <br />you've strewn along my way; <br /> <br />And could I have one wish this year, <br />this only would it be: <br />I'd like to be the sort of friend <br />that you have been to me. <br /> <br />Close to your heart I am <br />door opens only on me <br />shows flowing & bleeding vessel <br />the words you, me and our hearts for eternity.<br /><br />hari khabrani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sort-of-friend/
