Petes Poetry
Friend
There's something on my mind I need to tell you about.
I don't know what it is other than a seed of doubt.
The depressed mind that can't see past tomorrow.
The thief in the night that only wants to beg steal or borrow.
I think I know if only I could be sure.
I'm mystified and craving is only more, more, more.
So the helping hand seems attched to the heart.
If only I could help myself instead of being stuck at the start.
so beautiful mind match body and soul.
the eye of the beholder that seems time stole.
be it in head, heart or mind.
the answer lies in a true friend I find.
by,
Peter Riddoch.
I don't know what it is other than a seed of doubt.
The depressed mind that can't see past tomorrow.
The thief in the night that only wants to beg steal or borrow.
I think I know if only I could be sure.
I'm mystified and craving is only more, more, more.
So the helping hand seems attched to the heart.
If only I could help myself instead of being stuck at the start.
so beautiful mind match body and soul.
the eye of the beholder that seems time stole.
be it in head, heart or mind.
the answer lies in a true friend I find.
by,
Peter Riddoch.
