A Friend

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    A Friend

     They hear my voice, shattered and weak
    But they just don't listen for fear of me
    They see my face, distraught with pain
    But they only ignore me and just turn away
    If only they could see the simple things I need
    An ear to listen to my troubled voice
    A shoulder to rest my tired face
    A friend, is that too much to ask?

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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