If not for friends...
Could I rise and feel
The rays of the morning sun
Burning through a tough new face
Could I save the old face
From total disgrace
If not for friends...
Could I eat only a morsel
And feel full and satisfied
Knowing I could have died
Could I save starvation
From total destruction
If not for friends...
Could I see radiant smiles
On the faces of beautiful people
Expressing hope and optimism
Could I stave off depression
Through kind acts of assertion
If not for friends...
Could I hear rhythmic music
In the beats of diverse drummers
Marching to freedom and democracy
Could I slow the painful deafening
Through the art of attentive listening
If not for friends...
Could I touch the heart of love
And feel all that is good
Feel love and be loved by self
Could I reach out and touch the Hand Of God
Fully embrace That Love and never walk alone
Richard Wlodarski November 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem