Charles Ayitey Poet Ode

Loving a Friend

When ever I sit and remember,
 how warmth and tender,
the chest of love is,
   I think of how,
 how loving a friend is.
Sometimes I smile to him in love,
in other times,I melt in awe,
 a friend can be so cold to me,
 a pal can be so dear to win.
I try calling him in times of war,
 but receives my call when I am wan.
How difficult to love such friend.
 Loving a friend,is so difficult to do.

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Carolyn Devonshire February 15, 2009 at 12:56 PM Charles, I think true friendship is a precious flower that needs nurturing. That is how a dear friend described it to me, and we have been friends for decades. She drove 400 miles in a blizzard to attend my father's funeral. Once you have a friend, you are so blessed. Carolyn

Raul Moreno November 15, 2008 at 10:05 AM Welcome to poetry soup where you are amongst good company, nice ode...Raul

November 15, 2008 at 9:02 AM People are not always what we want them to be. The secret is to appreciate them for what they are. Interesting thoughts for reflection. Welcome to Poetry Soup! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Best wishes with your writing. Karen