Parmenion Posted October 5, 2004 Report Share Posted October 5, 2004 (edited) She asks aloud for saving, She needs a helping hand, He helps to give her solace, On her own two feet she'll stand. She dwells upon the memories, Of when life got her down, He speaks of futures brighter, And turns around her frown. She tries to think of happiness, She tries to feel alive, He gives her hope, his words caress, And so he helps her strive. She feels that life's a game to win, She lost before begun, He shows her all that she can be, And somehow makes it fun. And yet she wonders why he helps, Why does he take the time? To help her through her troubled times, To help her through her prime. Though some, they may not listen, They're not among these halls, We love all of our poets, For without you, this place falls. Take heart, we care and good feelings and times are just a few well placed words away... *bows to Peredhil* hope I wasn't trodding on your feet by taking over your response old friend. Edited October 5, 2004 by Parmenion Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted October 16, 2004 Report Share Posted October 16, 2004 Well done Parm. I hadn't noticed this one before. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted October 16, 2004 Report Share Posted October 16, 2004 Wow! Thank you Wren for bouncing this - I'd missed it. Hugs Parmenion. How could I ever be upset at someone for trying to help another? Very well done in my opinion - but if I'm the 'he' I think you over-state my role. Tattered is the hero in this sketch - she's the one who chooses to live the life, endure the low times, and overcome. -P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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