Don’t you get the feeling,
You too want this to stand;
Otherwise why would you talk
Or even hear him out
(Don’t say because you needed answers)
This is because somewhere in you,
You know this truth:
Somewhere you do trust this friend—
He has always and he will ever
Stand by you—
This friend could never cause you pain,
Only his time isn’t going right
Otherwise why would everything he says,
Be taken up in a manner to tangle-up matter
When he tries to say with a purpose pure?
If you’ve given this friend a chance,
He will not let you down;
You will have the good times back,
And together see life around…
It’s just been a mishap—
A situation that must be acted on;
Only anger would make things worse;
Think placidly and sort it out.
Help him to mend things up:
Sometimes you have to do this
With some people slow at work.
Help him up—give him a hand—
A small misunderstanding shouldn’t be one
To make you think him you don’t understand….
So it's to say as much as everyone
eventually
finds a room to live in
(my friend perhaps sooner than others)
When he walked out though
out on the town
with generous courage
confused a willing joy
When he met our eyes
out on the town
with his runaway own
waiting to share room
I was sorry then
sorry now
Not remorseful then
not now
but hoping hoping he had a friend in his room
So gone running to meet a friend
(a great throng of friends to my mind)
who waited just outside
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