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?