john harms
For My True Friends
The list on my wall
of those I can call
in times of need
for whatever deed.
The friends with an ear
the ones I also hear
calling anytime they must
practicing our listening trust.
Give me one minute
I’ll give you two or three.
However long it takes,
whatever that shall be.
Tell me what you’re feeling
then we can start the healing…
Are you burning in hell,
or something you can’t tell?
Whatever the reason
even through treason
I’m here for you
I hope you’ll be there too.
You ask me how I’m doing
I say nothing’s wrong.
But it’s in my voice,
you can tell I’m not strong.
You tell me I’m lying
I say I’m not trying
so it’s time to confess
my true distress.
Now I tell you my lengthy tale
(one I should have sent by mail)
there goes the phone bill
but it’s nothing against my will.
I tell you my problems,
through poems and stories of lost love.
And add more sins to the list,
Enough to blacken a white dove.
So quick, it’s time to end the call
you’ve always been so nice.
But just before we drop the line,
you give some priceless advice.
Take care, you say,
And don’t forget to call.
I won’t my friend,
your number is on my wall.