Help


If only everyone could have a helping hand
just even once in a while
what a difference it would make
the hand that leads to a smile

When you’re down when you’re low
the hand that lifts you up
when you’re lost when you’re alone
the hand that shows you’re not

When things go well, when the job is done
a hand that pats your back
when you fall and struggle to get back up
the hand that leads the way

If everyone for just one moment would reach out their hand
to those who struggle to those who succeed to those who try again
how many would it help whose life would it change
if the hand belongs to you it might be yours

Friend


There are those called friend
and the word doesn’t fit
for they are only shells
of what a friend should be.

There are those called friend
who turn out to be users,
liars and backstabbing gossips
nothing a friend should be.

There are those called friend
who are only when they wish it
and not when you truly need them
never what a friend should be.

There are those called friend
who are there through it all
walking heart to heart
always what a friend should be.

You Are My What


As I was going back through my MySpace blog copying over the poems I had written there, I came across the first poem I ever posted online in August 2006.  All those writings brought back so many memories.  So, I thought I would share my first one again 🙂

You are my shoulder…to lean on
You are my ears…that listen
You are my heart…that does not judge
You are my friend…

You are my laughter…that makes me happy
You are my calm…that gives me peace
You are my shelter…that makes me feel safe
You are my friend…

You are my hope…when I have none
You are my smile…when I cannot find mine
You are my dreams…when I need them
You are my friend…

You are my friend…yet so much more
You are my laughter, my peace, my hope
You are my friend…yet so much more

You are my lifeline…you are my friend