Friends

Confusion reigns on life's turmoil,
And concentration tries to foil,
But no amount of focused thought
Will circumvent what love has wrought.

So life is short but won't possess
Your hopes and dreams of youth, unless
You let them grow with life, with friends,
With those who'll stay through bitter ends.

A mind you'll make and then you'll see
How foolish most concerns can be,
For in the end you've simply been
The lives you've touched and helped and seen.

(c)2005 by Jack Huber
http://www.my-journal.com/journaler/huberjack