My Dear Friends Kept Me Alive

A one and a two and a three four five. I was dead, now I’m more than half alive. I had given up; I had lost my jive. I was hopeless, helpless, self-magnified. I picked myself up with my dear friends help. They believed in me, dug me out of kelp. They rinsed me off. I was a sorry whelp. I screamed a bit after the initial yelp. If they had not believed I could It would have been hard, it truly would. They surrounded me as saviors should Full of spiritual caring and lots of good.