To the Unknown Friend

Be who you

Must truly be.

Be not her,

And try not for me.

If you try

To swim or fly

When walk you should,

You'll only cry.

Ride on clouds

And walk through fire;

For my sake,

Of love don't tire.

Fly through storms,

Walk through rain.

To heal your own,

Bear another's pain.

Barley tresses,

Skin so fair.

Accept the faults,

For beauty's there.

She loves and cares,

As a friend tried and true.

For accepting my faults

Is more than I can do.

Patrick W. Crocker ©