I Call Him My Friend Poem by Ted Sheridan
I Call Him My Friend
He is an Indian and I call him my friend
Because of my need for one… not born of his
To me he is not a prophet of doom and gloom
But an inspiration to all who see the sun
And know the warmth it bestows upon the cold heart
His words of wisdom transcribed from his belief
That all men regardless of color are here and forever
Created equal in the eyes of the Creator__
He is an Indian and I call him my friend...
For man cannot hate another man without hating 'Self'
And as Paul said, 'I am the walrus' and so are you
And I do as well for within him lies a heart of gold. that tends to break as all of ours do when only allowed to stand on the outside looking in. we need respect as he does too. I hope your poem accomplishes this..........thanks Ted for this tribute to a kind man who happens ....................................to be 'Indian' as I am Irish so we are all the same.. ..........................................love, marci.xo
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4/26/2024 1:35:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
thank you ted sheridan and marci made and trade martin howlin all white folks who consider friendship more important than color caste or creed... firoze shakir dread indian