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Cecelia Weir

(March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)

A Wish For A Friend


I Wish For A Friend
That if you sent them a card
They wouldn't miss take it
For an invitation
To a candlelight dinner.

I Wish For A Friend
That if you gave them
A mere hundred bucks
They didn't think
That they owed you something.

I Wish For A Friend
That if you willingly
Played them a song
They didn't take it
As a sonnet of love.

I Wish For A Friend
That when you give them a hug
They didn't take it
As somebody trying
To hit on them.

I Wish For A Friend
That if I am sick
They wouldn't turn their back
Until I am well
And expect me not to notice it.

I Wish For A Friend
That was not starving
From neglect with hidden agendas
To criticize and change you
Instead of caring for who you are.

I Wish For A Friend
The world hasn't stripped
So naked of integrity, love and honor
Where from their lack mistaken friendship
For an intimacy beyond dishonor.

I Wish For A Friend
Whose need for care and understanding
Wouldn't misunderstand and mistakably
Regard a platonic friendship
As an intent for an intimate relationship.

I Wish For A Friend
Who wouldn't let my achievements
So ornately go to their heads.
But to smile, to talk, to laugh,
And to just sometimes see me instead.

What has happened to friendship?
What has happened to respect and honor?
What has happened to prosperity?
What has happened to the endearing love
Of someone just being...a friend?

Submitted: Sunday, November 26, 2006
Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010

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  • Brian Dorn (11/26/2006 5:59:00 PM)

    Interesting perspective, friendship is so often misinterpreted... good write, Cecelia!
    Brian (Report) Reply

  • Not a member No 4 (11/26/2006 5:32:00 PM)

    Very well expressed description of a very modern problem. There's so much stuff getting in the way that we find it more and more difficult as time passes to relate to each other properly - ie with a sense of perspective etc. Anyway, you've said it all so much better than I can. Thanks for bringing this back to my attention. I had been rattling on about this recently and let it slip away. Lovely sentiments underly your concerns. Thanks. jim (Report) Reply

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