Bruce's mother, Peg, is famous for her journals and Bruce could spend hours pouring over them. Recently, while Bruce was on a trip to Pittsburgh, he came across this poem in the back of one of them and fell in love with it. Peg thinks you will all agree that it fits him to a tee.
A Family of Friends
You'll find a family
of friends living here.
A small group of minds,
and of hearts.
With some of us clever,
and some of us not,
At times you can't tell us apart.
There's one who is cranky and
one who is shy,
And one who is really uncouth:
And just when you think
you've discovered who's who,
You'll really uncover the truth.
The truth that we're
all just a little of each,
A group of imperfects are we.
And sometimes I might
criticize them to you,
But don't ever knock them to me.
Cause the one thing
that ties us together for life
No matter how far we're apart,
Is love for each other,
a family of friends,
A small group of minds,
and of hearts.
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