A friend dove over an hour
To come and see me .
When he was late ,
I asked why he was late ?
He said , he had to stop
A deer for direction .
We did sit and talk
In my back yard .
The air was clear .
I talked about my pain
And my anger .
I talked about my history
Of alcoholism and the wrong turns
I have made in my life
And the pain that I carry deep inside .
A friend who just mostly listen
And just needed to be heard ,
He is a true friend of mine ,
I love him dearly .
I Love You All
By Brock
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