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Real Friends - A Poetic Anecdote

“Who is a real friend?” asked an innocent child,

The response was profound, yet only revealed with a smile.

Real friends, it seems, are timeless and true,

Their love and support always see us through.


A genuine friend is a true well-wisher,

Someone who cares and will always be there.

They never wish ill; they lift you higher,

In times of trouble, they spark your fire.


A real friend feels happy for your success and gain,

Sharing in joy, easing your pain.

Defending you when you’re not around,

Standing up for you, their loyalty is profound.


Most importantly, a friend keeps your secrets tight,

A trust keeper, shining through day and night.

Real friends, it seems, are a treasure we compile,

Their presence in life makes every moment worthwhile.


Thanks for being there, steadfast and true,

You are a blessing, and I am grateful to you!


(In essence, a genuine friend is a well-wisher who rejoices in our accomplishments, always upholds our trust, and stands up for us in our absence. If you have a genuine friend, treasure them)



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