Always there,
Listening,
Thinking,
Never judging.
Trying to help,
Elaborate on things,
A shoulder to cry on,
A hand to hold.
But who is there for me,
Who will listen,
But not judge.
What if I break down,
Or need a hand to hold,
A shoulder to cry on?
I can't complain,
I'm helping them,
So I'll hold it in,
And be the Agony Aunt Friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it brought smile on my face very cute n touching