I write a poem to my friends, <br />when all is hard and never ends: <br /> <br />As ending means that which seems, <br />and not what Is, and always been. <br /> <br />And hard is that in which is not, <br />the joy that’s found, when not forgot. <br /> <br />Fear not the flashing teeth, <br />of tigers in the mirrored mind’s belief. <br /> <br />Where is the bliss of silent rest, <br />too quiet to find in life’s tempest? <br /> <br />What veils are made from care and grief, <br />and what remembered brings relief? <br /> <br />When all is hard and never ends: <br />I write a poem to my friends.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-write-a-poem-to-my-friends/
