poet Gil Gregorio

Gil Gregorio


A friend's eyes
is clouded with the wits
of his own thoughts.

A friend's wish
is willed by the efforts
of his own labor.

A friend's action
is benighted by the slam
of his own door.

Only one remains...

His dream and afflictions.
Haggard as he may be
But, the work starts here!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 30, 2005
Poem Edited: Monday, December 8, 2008

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Comments about Haggard by Gil Gregorio

  • Hannah Chiz (5/1/2007 4:52:00 PM)

    that was a very powerful poem, and caused me to think a great deal abou the way in which friendships form and grow. thankyou for sharing it with me xx

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