Weep No More My Friend

It matters what you do and say
But sometimes life gets in the way

When all is lost or so you think
You'll once again be in the pink

At times it's hard to recognize
The mysteries that give you rise

But worry not my hurting friend
I have strong shoulders I can lend

Troubles grow and love seems small
But all you have to do is call

Just turn to me,I'll be there fast
These painful times,they will not last

Let me help,I'll do my best
To put your broken heart at rest

Been there for me so many times
On many steep and difficult climbs

So put your shaky hand in mine
And we'll look for a positive sign

That life will treat you better soon
And we will sing a happy tune
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Goff Avatar
September 4, 2010 at 7:52 AM
a lucky friend indeed! Deb! good one! jimbo
Mehta Avatar
September 3, 2010 at 8:48 PM
A nice creative write on friendship, Deb
A   Avatar
September 3, 2010 at 8:24 PM
Deb, a very gracious poem of concern, and compassion. A true gift when a shoulder is offered,..enjoyed,..p.d.
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