The world is a sometimes scary place, particularly when it comes to the heart, isn’t it?
To Find A Friend by Michael Doyle To find a friend In this friendless world Toward this end I lay fetal and curled Is to find that one thing Most precious of all With more worth than gold can bring When my back is against the wall There is too much darkness For one soul to survive Alone in all of the harshness Willing myself just to stay alive Because to find a friend In this friendless world Is the truest of ends And to let my fist go uncurled There in that magic of trust Where one heart finds another They beat together as they must Each depending on the other Bathing in the purity of light That we share as our home Guiding each other through the night In the dream of never again being alone (c) July 28, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
