Friends

I wandered through winter storms

I’ve seen sorrow in many forms

I’ve loved and lived and won and lost

But I never had to bear the cost

My friends have shared that with me

The cost I mean that mine should be

The help they give and sorrow they share

It’s no secret that they really care

There is only one chance this life to live

Don’t miss a chance for you to give

Take what you need and give the rest

Live to the fullest and do your best

The reward is silent with no condition

There is no need for cold precision

The warmest heart is all you need

The ember in the coldest soul you’ll feed

©8/27/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur