   When you find one, treat them like you care. You may hold your friends up to the light of the sun and see colors, hues, the reflection of love looking back at you. But hold the glass too tight and you began to see the cracks sun will light them, all the facts. You start to see the angles, flaws you never saw; the mistakes, failures you began to see it all. But friends of glass do not break alone but only if you step on them, or cut them to the bone. You bend to pick the pieces, try to put it back, But, fragile friends NEVER do come back. So treat your friends with gentle ways hold gently in your hand Remember to cherish them with all your heart Before, they 'break' away. Original Poem Please do not copy. Feb.1, 2000 Kathalise Martin For My Friend whom I failed to remember is made of glass as we all are! |