The Gift Of Friends

There are days whenbubbling from us comesthe innocent child within,who giggles at the little thingsand wears a silly grin.There are days whenmelancholy comes tovisit for a while;the mind feels tired, the body weak;we have no strength to smile.There are days whenjoy abundantgrabs a hold of you and me;wraps us up in all it"s splendor,lifts us up and sets us free.There are days whensorrow wraps usin