Not of happiness, nor riches and fame.
We are not assured of friendship or love,
Just a lifetime of playing a game..
Who do we befriend and trust?
Can you see loyalty behind their eyes?
Can they really be a friend, tried and true?
Or just an enemy in disguise?
Our lives are quite unpredictable,
We are never prepared for the twists and turns.
The ups, the downs, the lulls in between,
The new experiences that everyone learns.
Once you have been so burned and deceived,
Your heart tolereates no more and withdraws.
You can not tell anyone about your fears,
Everyone imperfect, full of flaws.
And just when you have found your niche,
And are comfortable in your tomb.
A hand reaches out to you,
And snatches away the darkness and gloom.
A stranger's hand, no doubt,
Yet, not a stranger at all..
When her hand touches yours, you feel,
This is the touch that tear away your wall.
You begin to open up your pain,
Releasing it all in spurts.
Pretty soon trust and kindness will replace,
All your suffering and past hurts.
You find your laughter once again,
As you bloom under her spell.
She has made you feel alive and new,
Just by listening to all you had to tell.
There is new hope now you find,
With the arrival of each new day.
Just knowing that you can open up to her,
And she will help you find your way.
We are not promised blue skies above,
Or a life without problems to bear.
When life kicks you in the guts,
You have found a friend that will always be there.
Debbie Dodson
June 09, 2000
For a new and special friend...
I am glad I was there...
