Friends

I’m sitting here, alone; pondering what has come before and contemplating the infinite paths I may choose to travel. No one may follow me, and thus I stand alone. But not entirely you see, I’ve picked up many friends along the way. These will stand with me in joy and sorrow. Nevertheless, I stand alone. For no one knows the life I’ve lived, or the pain I’ve felt. I am there for others, and sometimes they for me. But when it comes right down to it, we are really quite alone. Yet one person who will listen can make all the difference in the world. I am grateful for my friends, for friends they’ll always be. Though some may stay, and others go, these are the only friends I’ll ever know. These friends who loved and inspired and comforted me, I’ll cherish their memories forever, while I hope they still remember me. For yes I’m strange, and set apart, I try each and every day to touch another’s heart. Farewell my friends, since that ye be, and always try to remember, remember me.

By Jeremy Kidd

8-3-97