Poetry: Friend to Lean On

 


We all need a friend to lean on.
I am glad we met.
I know I found a great friendship in you.
You are very special to me.
I hope you understand and see.
It does not matter what our relationship is,
I will always remain your friend.
Just being able to talk with you and be your friend
is thanks enough for any help I can give you.
When I look into your eyes,
I see a most compassionate soul.
I know you are strong at heart,
but I’ll be there if you need me.
If a shoulder is needed to lean on,
a voice is needed to confide in,
a warm hug is needed to embrace,
I will be there for you.
I wish I could dry your tears
and wipe away your fears.
Your pains are mine.
We all need a friend to lean on.
I will do my best to provide a shoulder to lean upon
and be as good a friend as I can.
Poem written by John Gugie, © 2007 butyoudontlooksick.com

  • Becky

    I am 44 years old and I have fibromyalgia and a connective tissue disease and just wanted to tell everyone to cherish the time you have with your parents, friends and loved ones while you have them because you will miss them when they are gone and it’s too late. I suddenly lost my mother in December 2007 and she was my best friend. She went to each of my doctors appointments with me and she was the “only” person that truly understood what this awful disease does to me everyday of my life and to my father, as well, as he has it. I sure miss her.
    This poem reminded me of her
    Hugs, Becky 🙂

  • Becky

    I am 44 and I have fibromyalgia and a connective tissue disease and have been in pain for several years….I just lost my mom in December of 2007, 🙁 she was my best friend and I truly believe that she is the only one that understood this terrible disease and knew just what it can and does do to a person because she went to my doctors appointments with me and she saw it first hand and my father has it as well…I just want to tell everyone to cherish each and every moment that you have with your parents, friends, and loved ones because you will miss them when they are gone and it is too late.
    This poem reminded me of my mother…
    Hugs, Becky 🙂