Sunday, January 15, 2012

A Poem in Progress

I wrote the following poem a couple of years ago, and I've always planned to go back and 'clean it up' a little but haven't yet. Anyway, maybe my posting this here will inspire me to go ahead and edit it sometime in the near future.


I Had A Friend

I had a friend. We had such fun.
We lived and played beneath the sun.
We laughed and shouted as we ran.
We climbed the trees which still stand.

One day one did another wrong.
It seemed so small. It wasn’t strong,
But hurt set in each little heart,
“He’s not my friend, and we must part.”

Life went on with hurried pace,
“Where is that friend?” “There’s not a trace.”
I met him later at a store,
Yet friends we weren’t anymore.

We reminisced about old times,
About the fun and trees we’d climbed,
And yet we parted on that day,
Each of us to our own way.

Oh why, oh why did we not stay
Together on that fateful day?
If only one had bit his tongue,
If only each were number one,

The hurt was small and is forgot,
And yet this day I have been taught,
Two boys will grow to be two men.
Two friends may grow to be two friends.

It is one’s choice, to keep one’s friends,
For hurts will come without amends,
Those little fights in each one’s life,
Those day and weeks of untold strife,

And if we choose the childish path,
To run away from perceived wrath,
One’s life may seem to have less pain,
Less tears with which one’s clothes to stain.

Yet those with friends accept the tears,
Accept the pain throughout the years,
For they have learned the heartfelt creed,
“We have a friend who’s a friend indeed.”

He loves us when we do Him bad.
He loves us when we make Him sad.
He loves us though we leave Him oft’.
He loves us when our heart’s not soft.

Oh, can’t we learn to get along,
With those around who do us wrong?
We are the ones who must be strong,
Forgive each one before too long.

I must keep right before my God,
As on this earth my steps do trod,
So even when the fault’s not mine,
I must forgive, forgive each time.


Well, I'm open to criticism and or thoughts.

Bard Oly

1 comment:

  1. This one is really beautiful
    I hope we get to see the final version one day!

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