When you sail troubled waters
I’m your oaken ship
Where you stand
I’m firmness 'neath your feet
When you stroll a summer’s day
I’m your umbrella, rain or shine
When you’re unhappy
I’m your circus clown
When you’re afraid
I’m a warm embrace
When you’re joyous
I’m your playmate
When you take ill
I’m a soothing balm
When Heaven calls you home
I shall be a loving archive of your life
ROTMS
1 comment:
Comfort is escalating from these words. Peace is ever present. We all need this poem. What a wonderful description of friendship. Love it!
MKP
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