A Tribute to
Friendship
By the back door
on a bench I wait after work for my ride.
I sit with my
books my bags and stuff on the bench right by my side.
People rush by
on their way out and smile as I sit alone.
Nobody knows
nobody cares I’m here long after they’re gone.
There’s one who
doesn’t pass without asking if I’m fine.
She joins me on
the bench and puts her things down next to mine.
We chit and chat
and talk we laugh and sigh a bit.
I’m glad to have
her company while on the bench we sit.
Gathering her
books and things she stands prepared to leave,
but not before
she asks again “Can I help you, please?”
Holding the door
open a tiny crack she asks if I need a ride
“I’ll gladly
take you home,” she said, juggling her books on her side.
Her sincerity is
from deep within As she wonders what to say,
“You sure you
don’t need a ride home?” Thanks, but maybe some other day.”
The next few
days and the next few weeks as I sat on the bench by the back door,
She never passed
without taking time to sit and talk some more.
Then one day I
swallowed my pride. I accepted her offer, I took the ride.
Never again did
I have to ask, I never had to say,
“If it is no
bother can you give me a ride today?”
My friend will
never ever know just what she did for me.
There’s no way
to repay her, so I want the world to see.
A friend like my
friend Dorothy is a rare and precious jewel.
I’ll be forever
thankful how we met that day at school.
I say thanks to
my pal Dorothy for being my best friend.
I will cherish
what you gave me from now until time ends.
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© 2008 by
~dellgirl~