Friends In High Places(For Frank) Poem by Ivan Pine

Friends in high places
Now that’s all you need,
From worries and cares
And alone, you are freed.

For wind it does blow
That’s something that’s shared,
Between those in the towers
When you’re rocking and scared.

The days for all
Both lonely and long,
Far from the crowd
And the bustling throng.

Or happy and quick
Just three hours short,
You call that work
I hear you retort.

Before you condemn
With off hand remark,
Those who just sit
And look for the spark.

Do a season yourself
A mile in their shoes,
Then you’ll understand
What’s, the tower blues.

How a cross ref
Is a beautiful thing,
And what a surprise
When the phone does ring.

It could be Frank
With some sage advice,
To help to locate
Define and precise,

It’s no fun at all
To be feeling a fool,
When a mistake has been made
And you’re losing your cool.

A voice experienced
Friendly and calm
Acts on your soul,
Just like a balm.

“We have all been there
And done all that,
It’s hard at times
And that’s a fact.”

And offer to help
With a welder for use,
Spraying and painting
And all things obtuse.

So now as I cut
And cover the bases,
I’m glad that I have
A friend in high places.