Day 4 Poetry: Pals

I've flunked friend-school in the past.

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I'm one of those people who may look and sound like an open book but I'm really very private, especially when it comes to truly being myself. So it is no small wonder that I am the beneficiary of a one-of-a-kind best friend who cares about my secret desires, petty grievances, grand aspirations and knee-knocking doubts. Although this poem has previously appeared on my blog, here it is again--with repeat thanks to my dearest friend for all this and more:
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I tell you about my bank account
The challenges I mount
My heart’s desires
My passion and fires
The guy at the bar
My avatar
The near accident
The words I meant
The way I pace
An occasional grace
The lights at the park
My fear of the dark
The reasons I cry
The times that I try
My zero fashion
My deepest passion
My life on the lane
The times I’m insane
My college days
The places I’ve played
When I fall down
My sacred ground
The wide Midwest
Times put to the test
Living abroad
Loving lobster and cod
All that I feel
When I try to be real.
You patiently listen
To everything missing
I could chatter all night
Lost in delight
And you just smile and say,
“Wow--you’ve had quite a day!”