Friends

A cocky little white guy

Who’s wit matched only mine

Made me certain I would hate him

When I met him the first time

I struggled to be kind to him

Cause he dated family

And soon found all his blatant bull

To be a pleasantry

I picked on him and put him down

And this I do regret

But he took it with a certain stride

That no one else has yet

And even on our best of days

We’d fight till we were blue

Spewing words of hate and scorn

But in spite of that we knew

Deep inside where the heart does lie

We found each other there

Sometimes I did all that I could

To prove I didn't care

But truth is I would lay my life

Before him so he’d live

I’d likely give him all the world

If it was mine to give

He may never know the tears I cried

For days I wasn't there

There were times I didn't keep in touch

It was hard for me to bear

But there’s never been a day that’s passed

Without him on my mind

The sacred soul I've come to know

And never thought I’d find

I wrote this poem years ago about my good friend Ryan who has been like a brother to me.  I spent the evening talking with him on the phone last night and it was wonderful.  It's wonderful to have the kind of friends that are genuinely worried about you and yet don't sit there and dwell on things... instead we talked and laughed... he joked around... just like always... a word of advice... when a friend is hurting don't treat them like glass... what they really need is someone to treat them like everything's fine... then they feel like everything is.  These last few days have been a true testament of how much love and friendship I do have in my life... And to Ryan and everyone else whose been concerned, there for me and offered to help... thank you.... but I really am doing fine :)