“I am starting to worry” she said,
“Worry about my age,
And what may happen,
Happen to me.”
My friend said these words
We were sitting drinking coffee,
Talking of many things,
When she said this.
It surprised me,
She is so full of life
Full of energy and joy.
Perhaps on her own
She thinks these thoughts
Which lead to despair,
It is something that I, as a friend,
Had not seen before.
There is no need for her to feel this way,
Her life is full of wonder,
Her belief is strong.
She knows where she is going
As her life will never end.
Her Spirit will go on for eternity,
But before that time
I am here,
I can listen,
Listen to my friend.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We have been very good friends for almost twenty years but this is the first time she has ever said anything about worrying about getting old, it surprised me. In this life I can listen, always have done as it helps so many people, so I am there for her to help her by listening. The music is for my friend.
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I have no doubt you have a good ear my friend... oh and well penned...
Thank you Neville, I can always listen.
A fine write Gold. yes, and we don't always have to SAY anything in return. 'Being there' and listening helps.
So true Orchi, thank you.
An aside maybe - I heard of the organ donation plan for next Spring. We shall all be opted-in, unless we opted out.
I started worrying about being dead, not the process of dying - I really did!
is the opting-in system controversial?
Surely the choice is up to you, they can't just assume you will opt in.
As we should all listen to those close confidences and worries of our loved ones. Sometimes confident reassurance is all that is required to return another to their former balance.
Kind, thoughtful and meaningful conversation - a tonic.
Now in leg pulling mode i am reading other things into this piece of yours today, so forgive me if i stretch things a little far. So this opportunistic lady you now drink coffee with has seen this tall good looking chap, still quite a catch, apparently on his own at home as is she. What whiles could she employ to share her later years with such a secure prize. Did it cross your mind LOL.
Thank you d a, your first paragraph is right.
I can understand the 'leg pulling mode' but it is something that I am concerned about, most of my friends have been Joyce's and my friends and most of them are ladies. This leaves me in a quandary, do I still keep friends with them and be seen as some type of philanderer, or lose them.
This one has been a friend for almost twenty years and all she wants is our friendship to continue as it always has done - with respect.
To be honest Goldfinch, in latter years when all of us will need a hand, what is the harm in co-operational live-in relationships purely based upon easing those awkward final years for all concerned. It's beyond the hanky-panky stage of life and based purley upon co-existence. Love in all its guises reveals itself with the years. Caring is loving.
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It's what I heard on telly. I'm going to look up the scheme online. You can too.
But - Doh! I only get attacked by an old lady in church - true! We sorted it out afterwards, that we both lost our place in the Communion queue. But most embarrassing - she got a bit vicious!
In later years friendship is worth its weight in gold - and that's all I would ask of any friendship should I lose my dear wife - no one will ever replace her. This is a touching write Andy.
That is very true Michael, as I have said we have been friends for nearly 20 years and we can talk about things without any animosity.
Andy,
I totally agree with d a and Michael!
‘ Loving is caring’ and
‘Friendship is worth its weight in gold’!
It’s such a blessing to have a friend like you!
A beautiful write accompanied by an exquisite choice of music which I thoroughly enjoyed listening to!
Thank you for sharing!
My love to Joyce and to you!
~Laura~
And you for your kind words Laura, they are much appreciated.
Andy.
My pleasure!
Goldfinch60,
This poem speaks to me in two ways. First, that even behind our most enthusiastic happy friends, we all have worries and fears. That it's best to always look beyond the surface. Even the most mundane of activities, such as drinking coffee, can worries rise to the surface.
Second, that such life and exuberance cannot be outdone by death itself.
Lovely words as always.
CLARA X
Thank you Clara, such true comments, we all hide things - even from our friends but they do come out when that friendship is strong.
Andy
This is what friends are for and you for sure brought that lady comfort just by your listening. Thanks for sharing those few needed moments dear Andy.
Thank you Fay, I believe that I am on this world to listen.
....those inner thoughts when rarely shared, knocks on the door of true friendship
Thank you Suresh, yes that is the sign of true friendship.
BRIAN HERE ~ Thanks UNCLE ANDY for a very moving Piano Recital and a very moving Poem ! I am a qualified Student Councellor so I am aware just how important *being able to listen* is ! This is why GOD created us with TWO EARS and anly ONE MOUTH !
Blessings & Peace to You & Joyce
Love BRIAN & ANGELA💙🧡💙🧡💙
wonderful moments shared between two friends Andy....thanks for sharing!
They were and are wonderful moments Christina - thank you.
Hi Goldfinch60,
A great write.
The secret to life and longevity is don't think age live your life.
My dad is 81 and he thinks he's at the prime of his life well he thinks he's 21 at times.
Keep writing FineB
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