O Darkness, My Friend
by Kristina M Wolfe
Friday, October 15, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A short poem on happiness in relation to sadness.
Happiness sat with me awhile,
We talked of trivial things,
Of pleasant news, and chitty chat,
Why angels have white wings...
She laughed so long, she carried on,
Her smile was with no end,
Though she helps me not in times of woe,
This fair, fair-weathered friend.
Then comes Darkness here to say 'hello,'
He sits next to my friend,
And they dispute, so she turns mute,
My fair, fair weathered friend.
She cared not of things around the world,
"Talk not of unpleasant things,
Lets speak of smiles, and sunny days,
Of angels and their wings."
So when my smile comes to an end,
She ups and walks away,
She goes and finds another friend,
Who woke to sunny days.
Yet Darkness sits, and lingers on,
And listens without rest,
Of all my friends out in the earth,
Oh, Darkness knows me best.
He does'nt need a sunny day,
To come down from my tears,
To sit and talk the day away,
Of times lost through the years.
He is generous in these bitter hours,
He cares not when better times,
Arrive again at my doorstep,
"I'll come again," he chimes.
This he always does when the 'sun don't shine,'
And his hand he will extend,
He'll join me alone, alone,
Not a fair, fair weathered friend.
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
|I am glad to have this privileged moment to read "O Darkness, My Friend". It flows from the source of an ontological and wise thinking, and delivers a profound message. This composition is to be studied.
I have enjoyed reading "O Darkness, My Friend", and like Your style, Poet!
Thank You for sharing Your thoughts through Your poetic art.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson
|This is to me a really outstanding write, it carries with it the wisdom of an old soul. Excellent piece.