To me, my friend
You'll never grow old
I won't forget those
First words you told
And even now you say
I can't believe
How we now relate
It's hard to conceive
I cherish every word you bring
You know this true
For it is what I lack
It's why I'm blue
And yet those same words
Bring sadness too
Knowing there's nothing I can do
You see our worlds
Are so far apart
And so different
Yet similar hearts
You know my words
That I must use
It's just not fair
What one must go through
And then more words said
No guarantees, no easy road
It will get better
A lighter load
Is it that I'm impatient?
Or am I tired?
Is it the span of time
that I have acquired?
All I know
That this is true.....
I couldn't survive
Without you
That`s what we english men do, we are always there for you...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
JoAnn, I agree with Andy, That's what we englishmen do and you have two, one either side of you to help you through those times of doubt that may come your way. David