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The Umbrella Of Friendship
Author: Jim Joy

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Have you ever wondered how some people always weather a storm?
They always seem protected,dry,safe and warm.
While the rest of us get soaking wet when ever there's a cloud.
The secret of their success is no secret at all.
It's the umbrella of friendship that keeps them safe and warm.
They don't know the umbrella protects them from all life throws their way.
They don't see the many panels drawn tight
against the rain.
The panels are their friends you see, deflecting all the pain
Deflecting life's many storms are what true friends can do.
No matter what the peril, true friends are always there.
To shelter the one they call a friend until the skies clear.
And when they do, friends quietly go back to being "just" friends again.
Never saying how they helped you, or where you'd be without them.
Never mentioning what they've done, No need cause they're your friends.
Friends never say I told you so, or your should have listened to me.
Some of these umbrellas have only a panel, or two,or three
While others look like a crazy quilt, a plethora of panels you see
No matter if it's a panel or two,or more than you can count
Be thankful you have an umbrella, for without it you would drown
Life takes no prisoners in its steady march from cradle to the grave
And after the storm is over, a gentle breeze is blowing round
It's friendship that your're feeling & the panels can come down
For friends are like the breeze, you know when it is there
You Can't hold it, or control it, you just
feel it in the air
And when it's gone you feel it too,hot and arid.
But when it returns you feel it again, brushing warmly against you.
So may you always have an umbrella, even if it never rains.
And may the breezes of friendship carry you ever gently towards the grave.
The Irish have an unusual saying about your final day
"Happy is the corpse it rains on"is what they always say.
I never understood this, at times I'm such a fool.
But now I understand this simple Irish rule.
To be looking down from heaven through a steady, pouring rain.
And to your friends with their umbrellas, protecting them from the pain
To know as they proceed through life they will not be alone.
They are protected by the same umbrella that helped your departed soul.
So when the weather starts getting wet, and life is hard to bear
Just trust your won umbrells, for your friends are always there.

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