حروفي
17/07/2004, 01:29 PM
A young woman
Dying of pneumonia
Retreated to her bed, looked
Out the window.
Announced that she would die
When the last leaf
Fell
From the ivy vine on
Yonder tree.
One by one the leaves
Began to fall and the woman
Become resigned to her impending death.
But the last leaf
Clung to the vine,
Refused to drop. The woman
Recovered……and then discovered that
The last leaf had been
Painted on the window by ……
a friend….
*****
I know this an old story and most of you heard it before…. But really I want
To share it with all of you
I want to show …what a friend can do even if he can’t cure you, he will find a way to help you………
in this life we need at least one…..truly friend
My words
Dying of pneumonia
Retreated to her bed, looked
Out the window.
Announced that she would die
When the last leaf
Fell
From the ivy vine on
Yonder tree.
One by one the leaves
Began to fall and the woman
Become resigned to her impending death.
But the last leaf
Clung to the vine,
Refused to drop. The woman
Recovered……and then discovered that
The last leaf had been
Painted on the window by ……
a friend….
*****
I know this an old story and most of you heard it before…. But really I want
To share it with all of you
I want to show …what a friend can do even if he can’t cure you, he will find a way to help you………
in this life we need at least one…..truly friend
My words