I met with a blind friend

I met with my blind friend

He said it was good to see ya

I met up with my deaf friend

He knows all the words

I met up with my angry friend

She gave me her love

I met up with my sad friend

With a smile that came from above

I met up with my proud friend

He let me first through the door

I met up with my crippled friend

And we ran through memories galore

Then, I met up with a boundary

It looked a million miles wide

But with the help of all my great good friends

It only took a hop, skip and a jump to make it to the other side.

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on November 5, 2011, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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