Another poem from my poetry collection. I didn’t win the billion dollar jackpot last night, sadly. I’m not bothered by it though because I’m super-duper lucky just to be me. Thank you all for the visits and for reading my stories and poetry. Today, we received the 41st country to the site: a visit from Dublin, Ireland. I consider all of you my friends, so here is a poem about friendship.
Friends
Held by a string
the only real thing
that keeps us from going
completely insane
Is having those friends
who won’t let you down
and help us to find
all that we’ve found.
Friends give their hand
they help us to stand
and find the best way
to higher dry land.
Not a common theme,
It’s not what you think,
Friend’s aren’t the way
you’ve seen on TV.
Some are far, far away
in towns, countries, and states.
They love us for us
and see through our mistakes.