My Friend Poem by Jean Mallette

He heard my voice when I cried out;
He came along beside me.
He helped to slay that dragon, Doubt,
Then patiently to guide me.

Not fearing what some others thought,
He neither laughed nor judged me;
Instead my self respect he sought,
And towards it gently nudged me.

No greater friend have I to claim
Than he who heard my sorrow.
Not caring if I'd cause him shame,
My troubles he would borrow.

What friend is this who knew me not
But cared enough to aid me?
When all my so-called 'friends' forgot,
This man would come to save me.


I'll not forget this gentle friend
Who came along beside me;
I'll hold him close until the end
When love no more denies me.