Friday, May 19, 2017


A friend is but a miracle of time, and fate, and need
A wonderment of wind and rain and, oft, unstated creed
A balance held, along the wire, of honour, thought, and deed
A bond complete, from nonce to nonce, with this the heart is freed
So tentative, like new-born chick, fresh from the eggshell flung
The balance held, for lifetime long, no better song is sung


© 2012 whickwithy

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