A True Friend

O careless, careless hands
creased in worry
yet worry bring

in all permutations
have i not saved you
in dark waters
pulled you drowning
to breath
comforted through lessons learned
and trials walked beside your path

once careful, careful hands
crisp with catching
worry not
as you droop down
he remains your true friend

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