A Friendship Poem
Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold. New-made friendships, like new wine Age will mellow and refine. Friendships that have stood the test- Time and change-are surely best. Brow and wrinkle, hair grown gray; Friendship never knows decay. For amid old friends, tried and true, Once more our youth renew. But old friends, alas! may die; New friends must their place supply. Cherish friendship in your breast- New is good but old is best; Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold.
By Joseph Parry