My Hand, My Friend Poem by Andy Basore
My Hand, My Friend
You know, I may be smiling
However,
I know you're drowning
In the flood of
surreal materialism.
You seem so stoic,
for being taken up,
so quick
But I can't live with myself
if you don't come back.
So please,
I beg you,
take my hand,
my friend,
and let us remain the same.
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4/23/2024 4:48:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This sounds like it could be a song. Simple, yet sweet. You have a real knack for writing.