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December 16, 2013
A friend as old
as time receded.
In the background,
but there when needed.
A friend, who knows you
better than you.
A sounding board,
an opposing view.
Who leaves you with
an alternative plan,
so delicately put,
as gentle as they can,
but smart enough
to sit in your brain,
making sense of that,
which you do complain.
A friend to calm
and pacify.
Making less your madness
and justify.
A friend brave enough
to say you’re wrong,
after listening to
your tale so long.
A friend to back off
when not needed.
To give you space
with new ideas seeded.
A friend, a pillar
of your life.
A building block,
in times of strife.
A friend, a bloody
nuisance too,
when old stubborn you,
can’t see their point of view.
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this is so true:-)
Comment by Richard — December 17, 2013 @ 8:02 pm