There are times when we work our self off into what we
consider is work, n those times what keeps us going are wonderful friends who
accept us as we are, n keep us going and going and going,
One such pal picked me up from the station and hung out with
me when I needed someone to lean on
Another such pal offered me shelter the other day for a week
Another hung out with me; n forgave me in spite of me being
difficult to be with
Thank u to all the pals who come though and to those who just
sit and judge and criticize and say what they think I am going wrong.
What is right, if
there is no wrong?
What is black, if there is no white?
,,,
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