Three Friends

I have three friends that are feeling low today; one is because the weather is bad and the upheaval of a move, making them depressed and sad. Another who’s life is in turmoil, being tossed by a mind full of doubt, and the last feels the loss of love, that almost made them tall enough to reach the clouds. Each holds theirs sadness dear, looking for a sympathetic ear, each are out of reach of my hands, which wishes to comfort them all. My voice is at a loss for words to console, these three friends of mine. If I could stretch out my arms, far away I would be able to touch their soul, show them that someone does care, that in their hour of need, a friend is here for them. I do not need to say their names, my friends know who they are, they also know that if they need me, I’m not really that far, to listen even if I can’t be there, for that’s what good friend are for, to be there for them in a time of need.