I really love the friends I have. I feel that I am blessed.
Perspective, each has given me – all those who know me best.
If things are at their darkest, my friends all light the way,
and talk with me throughout the night to meet the coming day.
Although it seems a minor thing, chats and weekly cup.
Yet I value each and every sip of cheer that keeps me up.
And flower child, petals frail, but warmth she generously
gives to thwart the harshest gale that life can tend to be.
A distant one of earth-bound sense, another friend of mine
will take a cyber-walk with me, ensuring that I am fine.
And way across the world there are people everywhere,
some I may have yet to meet, but they’re always there.
Fixing leaking pipes, or surfing on a plane,
breaking through paper sheets, shows his bone remains.
In Sydney and in Wales, New Zealand, Adelaide;
right across Melbourne, and yes, the USA.
At home and on the net, resolutely there’s no call
for me to think that I’m alone. I so love you all.
A poetic thank you to those who have helped me through dark and stressful days.