when I try to sort it out
over-analytical puzzles
that fill me with such doubt
listening quietly to me
an overly familiar route
only a friend with wisdom
knows the words to say
to try to end this quandary
questions that still plague
to put this all behind us
keep it forever at bay
only a friend who cares
lives up to these needs
when I hit overload
my limit has been exceeded
puts me back on track
so the friendship can succeed
not always about you
sometimes it's about me
only a caring friend with wisdom
listens
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
1 comment:
I enjoyed this poem. There is an old saying where I come from; 'Friends are like hens teeth, few and far between!'
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