Won't you come into my garden? I would like my roses to meet you ~Richard B. Sheridan~

I got a dozen roses
From a friend the other day,
But I only have one left,
For I gave them all away.

I gave one to my sister
Who to me is very dear,
In hopes that it would bring to her
A little floral cheer.

I took one to a friend
Who's not feeling very well,
The flower or the visit -
Which helped more, I could not tell.

One went to another friend
I haven't known for long,
She struggles, so in some small way
I hope it helps her carry on.

The rest went to the ones
Who've helped me in so many ways,
They have been a cheerful presence
On sad and dreary days.

The roses were so pretty
I just could not keep them all,
Except one single rosebud
Standing beautiful and tall.

My friend gave me those flowers
To help brighten up my day,
But the biggest joy I found in them
Was in giving them away!
~Author Unknown~

A friend is like a flower,
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.

A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.

A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.
~Adrianne S~