It's not (so) strange that you do not know me,
I hardly know myself sometimes.
I have done things that later, I'd wish I hadn't,
Yet couldn't stop me from doing again.

It seems I'm someone today when I'm happy,
A different person than yesterday when I was sad.
Tomorrow I'll probably be someone else again;
Never the same.
But now I won't hurt you or try to cause pain.

It use to bother me what others thought,
But lately I've come to realise that others, too, are different.

They might love me today,
Hate me tomorrow;
Life;
What a plot!
Until you realise what you're not.

I use to complain that I had no friends,
And then I stopped for a moment to think;
What have I given to make me worthy?

I discovered,
And I hope you will too,
That it takes more than being able to pretend,
That you are interested or want to help.

It means being and doing,
Without being asked;
Most times, without even thinking.

My friends,
It's not a question of being able to lend;
It's GIVING,
being a Friend.

Terry Rowe