Saturday, May 28, 2011

Friends

I've wandered through winter storms
I’ve seen sorrow in many forms
I’ve loved and lived and won and lost
But I never had to bear the cost

My friends have shared that with me
The cost I mean that mine should be
The help they give and sorrow they share
It’s no secret that they really care

There is only one chance this life to live
Don’t miss a chance for you to give
Take what you need and give the rest
Live to the fullest and do your best

The reward is silent with no condition
There is no need for cold precision
The warmest heart is all you need
The ember in the coldest soul you’ll feed

Copyright August 27, 2007 by Terry Sutherland


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