At the Door of a Friend
At the Door of a Friend
With footfalls heavy to this door
Where I would see my friend no more
What comfort could I hope for me
Now you’re gone to destiny
No more welcome of the hand
Just empty space, a rift in sand
And no more face with smile of glee
That heralds informality
Where will I go to search my soul
Who will help me reach my goal
Who will stab my selfishness
Put my mind at ease, at rest
Call me up with sports results
Suffer my insane insults
Mark me as a friend indeed
Be there, in my time of need
Your light was always on for me
The truth I now stand here and see
Those times of sheer belligerence
Those wasted hours in ignorance
The fallouts that we often had
Those times that always felt so bad
Were only testing of our strength
To know what friendship really meant
Opens the door, she passes note
I read the words therein you wrote
That scribble, that once so annoyed
Is more welcome and enjoyed
I smile and read how this is neat
As all my words above repeat
And more to know when I am gone
To look and find, that light still on
Written 24 April 2013
For Becca Lucas Contest;
What a Friend Really Is.
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013
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