A child again,
So many things brand new:
a pirate ship, gold, ocean waves, the world.
You needed a friend
where I needed you most.
I needed a friend.
A soldier,
a general in battle
with ten thousand to see a different story.
You needed a friend
where I needed you most.
I needed a friend.
You needed a friend
where I needed you most.
I could be so different if you were next to me.
You needed a friend
where I needed you most.
I needed a friend.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 435
When I Need You
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