TO A NEW FRIEND

TO A NEW FRIEND

A Poem by Glen Fitch


                   

            Now everything is cool.
                We're at that stage
                    when trust,
                        respect feel sure.
                    We sense a link in struggle,
                        pain and hope.
                As we engage
                    things fall in place,
                        we think in sync.
            But some day
                I am going to let you down
                    and then you'll feel betrayed. 
                        I'll be too late.
                        I'll fib.
                        Put myself first.
                        You'll see a frown.
            Will I then be
                the focus of your hate?
            As best I can
                I pledge you truth
                    and vow to you,
                        within fair limits,
                            to be near.
                Least friendly
                    I will need you most.
            Hear now:
                I'm fallible.
                I'm flawed.
            Be brave with me.
                Be clear.
                    Forgive me.
            Treasures lie beyond.
                I claim     I will forgive you
                    when I feel the same.




 

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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I like this very much, flows nicely and such truth in your words, isn't that what true friends are for to forgive the flaws? you have summed it up perfectly, great write

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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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