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Friday, 30 June 2017

Being Friendly

A friend is dear indeed,
He or she can have a need
To occupy your humble time
With their pine and whine.

You can share your thoughts
With friendly passionate oughts,
And weathering respectfully together
The rain can fall, a crying endeavour.

We soak up our sorrow for a better tomorrow,
And while some paths are small and narrow,
Others can be wide open to see with glee
How a helping hand is grand to lead me.

You have to have an understanding
That too much can be demanding,
And to have the sense without pretence
To have appetence with some confidence.

Being a confidant can be a necessity,
And to express yourself with transparency,
As you need to be clear with what you hear
From your near and dear being sincere.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.



8 comments:

  1. You've beautifully described what it means to be a friend.

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    1. Thank you very much. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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  2. Enjoyed your poem Andrew and thanks for your visit. Just thought I would mention, I was born in Cheshire.

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    1. Thank you. Cheshire is a nice place to be brought up. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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    1. Thank you for thinking so. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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    1. Thank you for thinking so. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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