Friend

A special title given
That I do not take so light
For those both true and driven
In whose presence I delight

Hearts that I crashed in to
Or have slowly come to know
Connect by what we’ve been through
Little friendships start to grow

Sometimes I take slow, long walks
Through this garden we call life
Listening to inner talks
Caught in troubled thoughts and strife

And I come across a space
That once was dry and bare
Now filled with exuberance and grace
And I feel bound to stop and stare

Never cease to wonder
With the blessings I’m bestowed
That God has got my number
Because my garden overflowed

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