Page 3 - Marlene

by Beverley J Anderson

I stood one day at my wits end

Then you came in the door, my friend
And just your presence brought

A ray of light for which I’d sought.

And as we sat and talked a while

My frown soon changed into a smile
New hope sprang forth, dispelling fear

The path ahead became more clear.

You truly seemed to understand

Your spoken word, warm clasp of hand
Were what I needed that bleak day

And I thank God you passed my way.

Now unafraid, with courage strong

I face each day with joyous song.
And if someday I see a friend

Who stands alone at her wits end

I’ll pray that I to her will be
The caring friend you were to me.