Life is made of thousands,
of yet unopened doors.
You stand with me before each one,
And that’s what friends are for.
Tomorrows are built with tiny steps,
Sometimes they seem a chore.
But you hold my hand and walk with me,
Because that’s what friends are for.
My future lies atop, a massive cliff.
Yet to get there I must soar.
You gave me the wings that should be yours,
So I’d know what friends were for.
I’m the me I am, because of you,
I could never ask for more.
God gave me an angel,
the day we met.
For He knew what friends were for.
-Wendy L. Kohlhoff 2003
Are For
"Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever.
Not even when I'm a hundred."
Pooh thought for a little.
"How old shall I be then?"
"Ninety-nine."
Pooh nodded.
"I promise," he said.
