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| Open Poetry #43 |
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'To A Friend..' |
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sullivanthepoet.com Member
since 2007-06-28
Posts 154Devon, England |
When bears my soul its’ darkest moments, and desperate begs this journey’s end; There stands at arm a burning beacon, a caring face; A treasured friend. All put aside his trials and terrors, no heed to how his own cares weigh; To take upon his back my burden, and crushing not one sigh betray. As grief bears down and steals my senses, ‘til every vein runs pale with tears; There comes a hand upon my shoulder, and my friend’s gentle face appears. To bear with me my every sorrow, no matter how his own heart aches; Upon his own soul every anguish, so freely from my yoke he takes. While ruin calls my pockets empty, ill fortune lays my table bare; Though harbours he an empty belly, his last few crumbs are furnished there. Each borrowed coin so willing given, no mind to if it be repaid; Enough to know a friend is needy, scant care he too be debtor made. If will falls weak beneath my labours, each tortured sinew nigh its end; Close at my side ‘thout charge or bidding, hard labours there my constant friend. That his own sinew, nerve and muscle, fresh from his own toils lie near spent; No instant’s thought be asked nor given, as free to mine his back is bent. Without reproach so swift forgiven, that angry word unthinking spoke; Each selfish act so quick forgotten, or thoughtless promise easy broke. Those liberties so freely taken, and all advantage wanton took; No wedge betwixt our friendship driven, as each and all are overlook. Should peril cast its cloak about me, in death’s black shadow dare me go; Against my back, as faithful sentry, stood fast will be ‘gainst any foe. No hesitation, doubt or waver, although his own life be depend; Whate’er the task, the cost, the danger, My sword, my shield, my rock… My friend. © Sullivan the Poet 2008 |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Beautiful tribute to a friend we would all like to have. Ida |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
sullivanthepoet.com - A friend indeed, one like this is truly a gift. Great write, stunning read... BC |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
wow!! this is beautiful! love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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sullivanthepoet.com Member
since 2007-06-28
Posts 154Devon, England |
Marchmadness... I thank you for you kindness and concur wholeheartedy with your view - would that we could all put a name to this friend... http://www.sullivanthepoet.co.uk |
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sullivanthepoet.com Member
since 2007-06-28
Posts 154Devon, England |
Bill... I am flattered you found it worthy... Thank you! http://www.sullivanthepoet.co.uk |
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sullivanthepoet.com Member
since 2007-06-28
Posts 154Devon, England |
Roniece... I am both flattered and delighted that it reached out to you... Thank you! |
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