MY FRIEND
MY FRIEND
He is not the best,
but…he is not worse than the rest.
He’s got used to take a sober view of things,
he knows quite well
what hard times life sometimes brings.
He is at his sixty,
By God he is gifted
with wisdom, kindness and intellect.
Though he is not perfect
nothing is out of his range,
he is so dear to me
at his golden age.
It’s his wisest and everlasting time,
he hears quite well the churches chime,
The questions “When?” and “How much?” are not for him.
If he wants to play games
then…. only in a family team.
His questions are: “with whom?” and “where?”
It’s not too late for him to compare,
it’s not too late for him to chose,
he has no time to lose.
At the end of my devotion,
seriously speaking,
without any emotions,
I would like to say:
I will never betray
my devoted friend,
he is the one I will never offend,
Up to the very end.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
Lynn Dye
Fri 30th Jul 2010 22:00
A lovely poem, Larisa. xxx