The Frog was a mediator, a friend, in deed

And always knew when a friend was in need

She was sitting in her bed one sunny day

When, as fate would have it, as funny fate may

She had a lingering, bitter thought

That left her confused and emotionally wrought

It may be true that she understands

But to continually meet the demands

Of sad family and friends alike

It brought turmoil to her inner psyche

That was of course, just for a while

She had time to think and came to smile

When she thought of the joy she always found

When she knew that her friends were safe and sound

And one in particular, one who understood

Who knew, as only a soulmate could

Her very thoughts, how she would act

And though they never signed a pact

It was generally seen by those who knew

That they were close, and this was true.

Lately, though, the Frog called to mind

She’d been rather stubborn, and halfway blind

To her friend and the hostile air

And tried to pretend like she didn’t care

So as not to cause more troubles and other trife

To add to her dearest friend’s problematic life

The Frog had said rather contradicting words

That proved her mind had gone to the birds

But now she recollected herself and her lot

Discovered what was important and what was not

Because in this world you can’t make it alone

And real friends who can comfort you on the phone

Come rarely and far in-between

Those who can tell you if your face isn’t clean

And most importantly, they know you well

Or at least try, and that is swell

So when you come across one of these rare individuals

With whom you share dreams and daily rituals

There isn’t anything that can get in there

To cause the friendship to wear and tear

And the Frog thought of this and believed it true

So she has a mission: a message for you

It’s hard at the end of the day, from

Waiting for something that will never come

And so for just a whisper in my ear

You may find some comfort here. Still, Always, and Forever.

Ó 1998 by Carmen FOng