Colin F. Jones
YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
Discomfit me, if you will, with tardy repertoire,
Or by obeisance to a whim characteristic of who you are:
I am by my own ways consumed that I regard you still,
As a worthy venture that real kindness cannot kill.
You’ve not been where there were no other folk,
Lest you went to Neptune, Mars or to where nobody spoke,
Thus in your minds travels round your personal globe,
You are thus linked and need not here disrobe.
For while you may think brothers all come in green,
Tis true we in the shadows are still on your team.
What you feel alone a million others share,
A million don’t know and another million don’t care.
But if you toted a weapon in Vietnam
You’ve got a friend in me to love or damn.
©Copyright October 6, 2006 by Colin F. Jones