Oliver Wendell Holmes

“There are no friends like the old friend, who shares our morning days…no greeting like their welcome…no homage like their praise.

Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold. But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.”

[Thank you, Marilyn, for sharing this with me. I hope others enjoy and/or relate to it as much as we do.]

About shacoyo

Quasi-retired, freelance copyeditor. Web site: www.redline-editing.com
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