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 My Unseen Friend
I hear the wind speaking to me in a low and ghostly moan,
He says I look so sad standing there all alone.
He asks where are my friends to share this lovely day?
True friends I do not have is what I had to say.
No, it can not be he whispers over the fence,
A man without friends just doesn’t make any sense.
It makes perfect sense to me I say; for I’ve trusted friends before,
And always I was left standing outside a closed and bolted door.
A friend is only there if for them it’s a convenient time,
If it’s not too hot or too cold and there are no hills to climb.
They offer to come and help but how often do they come through?
I’ve learned to count on nothing because that’s mostly what they do.
The wind says, “ I’ve sailed the earth since the Creator placed it here,
Every time I see someone alone it makes me shed a tear!”
I say, “don’t shed for me it’s no reason to be sad,
That I have no one else, to worry about makes me really glad.”
Family is all I’ll ever need no matter what you say,
They love me despite my many faults even now that I’m old and gray.
With a whoosh he rises for the clouds and looks back towards the ground,
He said, I wish you could see the happiness I have found.
Friends waving and smiling coming together to enjoy the day,
It might be just a visit or may be work or play.
The grass bows towards the ground as the wind quickly descends,
What a sad and lonely existence foe a man who has no friends.
I say, “what you do not know my heart you can not read,
Friends is the very thing in my life I do not need.
And even if I did we would first have to connect,
And as the years have proven I’m not who they would select.
I’m not smart or witty cool or hip I’ve never been,
People avoid me as the plague or like a deadly sin.
So, I’ve learned to do without needing no one but Sandy Lee,
And our kids and grand kids that came from her and me.
What about you I asked, I see no one traveling along,
Maybe you and I are a lot alike as we sing the same solo song.
As birds of a feather flock together; what about us, Mr. Wind?
Maybe I’ve been waiting just for you to be my only friend.”
JRS © 11-01-07
The "Okie" Poet
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