is it love
when you walk next to someone
who really needs to be walked next to?
is it love
when you stoop down
and carry them on your back?
some call that enabling
Make ’em walk alone!
that’s how they build “character“
the kind of character
that abandons people and makes them walk alone?
I’ve walked a thousand dusty and arid miles
without a friend to help me
every hundred or so
someone would offer me a glass of water
just because the moment was right
I never let anyone know
the journey I was walking
nor would they believe me if I told them
Some people told me it was impossible
I didn’t know that I was crippled
forgot to check that fact
Now there’s more water than I can drink
and scotch to go with it!
not in it, with it, like, in a separate glass
I have more friends than I can keep track of
Some of them know
of my thousand mile journey
some can’t bear to listen
or it just never comes up in conversation
I am a new person now
and the strength I mustered to save my own life
now steps up to save that of others
I can see with sharp eyes
like an alcoholic can almost psychically
pick out another from a crowd of strangers
I spot the ones who are falling through the cracks
the ones who show up with very pretty faces
and never let on what is really going on
I know in my soul
and that is enough for me
I never say anything
I just serve them a glass of tea
to soothe the their aching hearts
Who would have known?
It’s the only thing they need