If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you.

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or,being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with warn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run-

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And-which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Rudyard Kipling

On the day when the hurt broke my heart

On the day when the word "love" pushed me over

In that day I thought my life was meaningless

But when tears ran dry

When I learned to go through the word "losing"

now I realized that the word "love" didn't push me over at all

Instead, If pushed me forward, and let me walk again

How much I loved you in the past

My feeling's still the same today

But life has its way

In the past I loved you the most

Now I still love you with all my heart

I never regret that I used to love you

Time passes by slowly

Collecting bad days to remind my heart

Though love has come to an end, It is beautiful still

And after all life has to move on

If I could turn back the time,

I would still let it be like it was

I would love you like I did

And accept whatever that would happen untill the last minute

I do something for someone, I do it for love

I cry for somebody, I cry from my heart

I remind myself there must be someday we have to be apart

I do something for someone, I do it for love

I cry for somebody, I cry from my heart

Even though love has come to an end, It is always beautiful

I still keep it in mind

The old man turned to me and asked "How many friends have you?"  "Why?   10 or 100  friends have I," and I named off just a few. He rose quite slowly with effort and sadly shook his head.  "A lucky child you are to have so many friends,"  he said.

A friend is just not someone to whom you say hello.

A friend is a tender shoulder on which to softly cry, a well to pour darkness and despair when all your other so-called friends have helps to put you there.

A true friend is an ally who can't be moved or bought, a voice to keep your name alive when others have forgotten.

But most of all a friend is a heart, a strong and sturdy wall, for from the hearts of friends there comes the greatest love of all.

So think of what I've spoken, for every word is true, and answer once again, my child, how many friends have you?"

And then he stood and faced me, awaiting my reply. Softly I answered, "If lucky..one have I. You."  my Father.

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