Wanda Lange

(Tacoma, Washington)


Poem by Wanda Lange

Sometimes its hard being a friend,
We eat, laugh, cry and play together.
Days like today I see you hurt,
you look lost and low.
Days like today, I'd like to be together.
Wish I had the strength to brush away the hurt.
Sometimes its hard being a friend.
Though we are alike, we are different.
The songs I like, some things I do,
the way I cut my hair,
must seem very dull to you.
Just as the clothes I wear.
Sometimes its hard to find the words,
Should I be silent or give advice?
So if nothing else seems clear right now,
Please know that I am your friend.
Sometimes it's hard being a friend.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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