So I thought I'd put this in, for something different. I don't really have a creative bone in my body, at least when it comes to art. But I am reasonably good at writing, and really enjoying using vocabulary to express what it is I'm trying to say.
Most of the time it's just prose, like most of this blog, and descriptive, rather than emotive at that. But occasionally, I have been inspired to write poetry. Not for a long time - it was more of a thing when I was younger. And generally, I wrote poems for other people, never keeping a copy for myself. Weird huh. But one exception to that is a poem I wrote when I was 16. I didn't keep a copy of this either, but I always remembered it for some reason. Anyway, here is it:
A friend is someone to share,
In your hopes and your fears.
To look with to the stars,
And to wipe away the tears.
A friend isn't bothered,
By your minor indiscretions.
Always there to listen to,
Your gripes and your obsessions.
Like you guardian angel,
A friend will always be.
To lead you when you're blind,
And gently help you to see.
Throughout your life you'll find,
Your friends will see you through.
To love, and to share with,
And to dream with, too.
Very simple, but I like the message, even now. I wouldn't say I'm very emotionally mature even now at 45, but then I was just a baby. But still, I had some idea about how it all worked.
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