My Friend - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
I’m looking for the most proper rhymes
To express my gratitude to my Friend
For both the happy and difficult times
When all my ways could find a good end.
To be a good book in my Friend’s hand,
And to feel the warm and gentle touch
When I’m crying and can’t understand
Why the world injures me so much…
And I am grateful like a little seed
To a Gardener who planted the grain
In a wild place, and now he is succeed
As it grows in the sun and in the rain.
I’ll never find the most proper rhymes
To express my gratitude to my Friend.
Some day I’ll try to write suitable lines
To compose a poem with a good end.
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