My Friend

My Friend

When sadness comes, I call;

Our tears fall down like rain,

A flowing river, healing all

While gently easing pain.

When laughter comes, I call;

Our stomaches ache with joy,

Down our happy tears fall,

Life's jester, our employ.

When anger comes, I call;

Too many times of late,

Our tears of rage a pall,

Blanketing all, our hate.

When Death comes to call,

With sorrow'd souls we'll part,

As our tears remember all,

Yet always, with one heart.

© Alys

10 May 2005

for Lorraine