At the lowest ebb
of a fast flowing stream,
comes a stab of pain
that makes me want to scream.
Pills and potions
just don’t seem to work
and I’m pushed to the point
of going berserk.
Yet surrounded by love
and dear caring friends,
with genuine offers
of their hands, to lend.
So touching and deep,
to help me they try.
So fragile as to make
a grown man cry.
Never a day goes by
that I don't give thought
to how fortunate I am
to have so much caring support.
So many loving people,
they help me no end.
So thankful to have such
dear and wonderful friends.
Written by Darren Scanlon, 26th March 2014
Revised by Darren Scanlon, 19th May 2015.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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