The threads of friendship knows no end.
I came for knowledge, I found instead soul friends.
In my life’s unexpected crossroads, our roads converged
And in converging, I was forever changed.
And though we must part
For different dreams view different ends,
I will always cherish and retell the tale
When strangers met, and yet…
Their hearts listened.
And like children, their bond endured,
long past their march of parting.
Our roads may not converge again,
But even then, in the quiet of my afternoons,
I will always fondly rekindle the embers of my private joys,
Joys borne by hearts that listened,
Borne by hearts that mutually cared,
I know that my growth will be unending
As long as I keep wearing
this quilt of memories
Sewn by threads of enduring friendship.
Note: This was written in a comment on a HBR blog post (no longer live); I am unsure if the person who posted it is the original author but I could find no other reference with the same text online so I believe it is.
Source: Harvard Business Review (HBR) (April2009)
Subjects: Family & Friends, Inspiration, Poetry
