Le Mon d' Ray
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Walk a mile with me, my friends, If friends you ever were, As you sit in righteous judgment And defend the points obscure. For if loyalties are that fragile, So easily bought and sold, Then, I've never been in the running. I'm just out there in the cold. All I've ever had to offer And all I have to offer still, Is my love and my devotion, You can make of it what you will. But be careful of the measuring stick That up to others you do hold. For in the end, your measure By that very stick be told. So walk a mile with me, my friends, The truth is all around. For those who want to see it, It surely can be found. But if you don't, I wish you well Through life's turbulent twists and turns. Just remember, real friends are hard to find; Before all of your bridges burn. Mary Yetter February 3, 2004 |
