I haven't ever seen you,
But I know you're really there;
I click you into reality
Like magic from the air.
Your voice is like an angel,
Though I really do not hear;
Your hug as warm as any
Of loved ones I hold dear.
You're always there for comfort,
Or a word of cheer;
Though you are very far away,
I always have you near.
You're a very special friend,
Like none I've ever known;
As long as you're in cyberspace
I'll never be alone.
Copyright 1997 by
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Published by The Poetry Guild 1997
Copyright with The Library of Congress 1998
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If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
And share with you it's beauty
on the days you're feeling blue
If I could build a mountain
you could call your very own
A place to find serenity
A place to be alone...........
If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea
But all these things I'm finding
are impossible for me
I cannot build a mountain
or catch a rainbow fair
But let me be what I know best
A friend that's always there.
- Author Unknown -
They have ups and downs just like the tides.
So many things can go right or wrong,
And yet a friendship can last really long.
Some friendships last for your whole life,
While others end with a stab of a knife.
No matter which way a friendship ends,
It's what you take out of it that depends.
I have had many true friends through the years,
They've come and gone with its share of tears.
But I have been blessed to no end,
Because I have had at least one true friend.
Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating,
who you used to date,
how many people you've dated,
or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you have kissed,
It's not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear,
what shoes you have on,
or what kind of music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get,
how smart you are,
how smart everybody else thinks you are,
or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper
and seeing who will "accept the written you."
LIFE JUST ISN'T.
But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean,
maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love,
letting it grow, and spreading it,
But most of all,
it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts
in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
and those choices are what life's all about.
An Angel kissed my tears away
today when I was sad
I wasn't feeling quite myself
my day had been so bad
I felt a warmth brush by me
that quickly dried my tears
A gentle, kind, and loving touch
that seemed to hold me near.
Immediately, I felt so much better
and the day seemed brighter too
I guess that's just the way you feel
when an Angel comforts you.
I'm getting on in years;
my coat is turning grey.
My eyes have lost their luster;
my hearing's just okay.
I spend my whole day dreaming
of conquests in my past,
Lying near a sunny window
waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit;
I was coming to you free,
Hoping you would take me in
and keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome;
two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face;
I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment
as I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
and look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity;
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
and I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter;
you have wet my fur with tears.
We've come to know each other
throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
before you drive away;
And know I'll think about you
throughout your busy day.
The time we've left together
is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever;
I promise ~ This Old Cat.