To A Dear Friend

To Maryanne - A Dear Friend

The path maybe forbidding, destiny we don’t choose,
I know of austerity, the feeling of pain and bruise, 
It takes you in a startle, and then you suddenly lose,
Take my hand my dear friend, I beg you, don’t refuse,
This road to healing pain, I took when I paid my dues,
Put your head on my shoulder, together we’ll sing the blues,
We'll walk through the shadows, until we find the hues,
If we have to cross the desert, or rocks of aching spews,
You'll have my drinking water, and you will wear my shoes,
Lean on me my dear friend, confreres come in two’s,
I’ll wash your fester wounds, with frolic of morning dews,
We’ll pass through the fires, with hope and faith in clues,
Together we’ll come to rest, at final triumph pews,
Take your steps my dear friend, my heartbeats are your cues,
In times of your loneliness, or moments of your muse, 
Remember that your spirit, has never suffered hews,
Take my hand my dear friend, a shining day pursues,
Beyond the dim of sunset, a glorious dawn ensues.

~ Sharky ~


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