At the lowest ebb
In the flowing stream
Comes a stab of pain
To make him scream
Pills and potions
Just dont seem to work
And he’s pushed to the point
Of going berserk
Yet surrounded by love
And dear caring friends
With genuine offers
Their ears, to lend
So touching and deep
To help him they try
So fragile as to make
A grown man cry
Never a day goes by
That he doesn’t give thought
To how fortunate he is
To have so much support
Beneath all the pain
And discomfort he fends
To have so many
Dear and wonderful friends
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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2 Comments on "Dear Friends"
@dartherino, the thought that “friends in need are friends indeed” might be so hackneyed many times over to use at this juncture in time (another hackneyed phrase), but we take exception as it relates so well to the situation at hand. Friends could cushion the blow that Fate may deal us. Unfortunately, other wisdom may counter this, but let that be for some other time. Let’s bask on the delight given off by this one.
Thanks for that.
This was my way of thanking all my friends for their love and support as I deal with the ups and downs of COPD and various other medical conditions.
D.