Friends Are Where One Offloads What
Music: Sheebeg and Sheemore.
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|Friends are where one offloads what
One cannot bear alone --
Spoiled goods that jam the gut,
Sorrows turned to stone.
Why does the act of telling friends
One's troubles ease one's pain?
Nothing changes, nothing ends,
Yet one can cope again.
It's not that one is looking for
Advice or sympathy.
One has pent-up words to pour
A friend is like a field on which
Such feelings can find air.
The point is not to say too much,
But simply to be there.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon