Beautiful Friend


Let’s go back

to the beginning

Oh, when we both got caught

but it was me who was sinning

With us

it was never about winning

Like who was best

before our hair started thinning

 

Beautiful Friend

My true friend to the end

 

Making others believe

was better than any other

Carried me on your sleeve

when I hid from my own mother

 

Times sure were good

I won’t deny

Did what you could

to keep that fire in my eye

 

Beautiful Friend

Stay with me to the end

Beautiful Friend

For you I’d give again and again

 

It seems

now we live a separate life

In our wildest dreams

never thought about a husband or a wife

 

But it’s so good

being just a phone call away

Still doing what we should

Keeping those memories at bay

 

An airplane ride

can only spoil the sea’s tide

No river’s too wide

to keep my friend from my side

 

Beautiful Friend

Over and over again

You’ll always be my best of kin

Beautiful Friend

 

You helped me

through every storm

What I couldn’t then see

You made me warm without a scorn

 

Beautiful Friend

Beautiful Friend

I’ll always bend backwards

for my Beautiful Friend

 

I hope you know

I’m your friend too

Just in case it didn’t show

I hope it’s not too late to say, I Love You

Beautiful Friend

Joy in Action


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The crisp Winter air

welcomes me

like a burrowing hole does a rabbit

And there is safety there

Children playing

unmindful of the outside force

Cheering on each exhale

Loosening the noose around their necks

before they see stars and spotted flecks

Greater prospects are their mittens

Soft and warm like  newborn kittens

They are used to protect their grips

Just in case the ground bumps their hips

Slipping and sliding on thin ice

Invisible music oh so nice

Even a sudden slip

is no match for the childish lip

And I tip-toe to my car

which isn’t very far

In hopes that the road

is as kind to me

with such a heavy load

and place I need to be

For I have gifts to get before

I can give

Inconsiderate of the hole

in which I live

To make merrier a day

for children to play

when they awaken

on Christmas Day

So, what I hold with my gloves

know the pain endured for my loves

But I would have it no other way

to present joy on a silver tray

When they awaken

On Christmas Day

Though should I ever play too old

I hope my debt was paid in gold