(Date Posted:01/09/2011 2:27 PM)
A True Friend
In times of trouble and of strife,
I chose my listener well:
dear Angela, my angel bright
within this seething Hell.
She'd visit me 'most every morn,
round three, or four, or five,
and with our laughter and our tears,
my spirits would revive.
We'd had a tricky time of late;
she'd often sigh, 'Men, eh?'
Yet told each other many times,
there'd come a brighter day.
In some respects, not much has changed;
regrets, I've more than few,
but now at last I've seen the light:
an honest man, and true.
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