Poem – Key to Friendship – Anonymous

The key to friendship 
Is not in the hand you hold 

But how you hold the hand. 
It’s not in the tears you dry 

But all the reasons why. 
It’s not how you make a person smile 

But whether or not it’s worthwhile. 
It’s not in the conversation 

But in the way you listen. 
It’s not in the laughter 

But what comes before and everything after. 
The key to friendship 

Is not in two people relating 

But in two hearts communicating. 
Thank you for being that special friend 

Who understands the key to friendship 

And how to unlock everything within my heart.

Poem – Death Of An Innocent – Anonymous 

I went to a party, Mom, 

I remembered what you said. 

You told me not to drink, Mom, 

So I drank soda instead. 
I really felt proud inside, Mom, 

The way you said I would. 

I didn’t drink and drive, Mom, 

Even though the others said I should. 
I know I did the right thing, Mom, 

I know you are always right. 

Now the party is finally ending, Mom, 

As everyone is driving out of sight. 
As I got into my car, Mom, 

I knew I’d get home in one piece. 

Because of the way you raised me, 

So responsible and sweet. 
I started to drive away, Mom, 

But as I pulled out into the road, 

The other car didn’t see me, Mom, 

And hit me like a load. 
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, 

I hear the policeman say, 

‘The other guy is drunk,’ Mom, 

And now I’m the one who will pay. 
I’m lying here dying, Mom… 

I wish you’d get here soon. 

How could this happen to me, Mom? 

My life just burst like a balloon. 
There is blood all around me, Mom, 

And most of it is mine. 

I hear the medic say, Mom, 

I’ll die in a short time. 
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, 

I swear I didn’t drink. 

It was the others, Mom. 

The others didn’t think. 
He was probably at the same party as I. 

The only difference is, he drank 

And I will die. 
Why do people drink, Mom? 

It can ruin your whole life. 

I’m feeling sharp pains now. 

Pains just like a knife. 
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, 

And I don’t think it’s fair. 

I’m lying here dying 

And all he can do is stare. 
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. 

Tell Daddy to be brave. 

And when I go to heaven, Mom, 

Put ‘Daddy’s Girl’ on my grave. 
Someone should have told him, Mom, 

Not to drink and drive. 

If only they had told him, Mom, 

I would still be alive. 
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. 

I’m becoming very scared. 

Please don’t cry for me, Mom. 

When I needed you, 

you were always there. 
I have one last question, Mom. 

Before I say good bye. 

I didn’t drink and drive, 

So why am I the one to die?

Poem – Advice To A Lover – Anonymous

The sea hath many thousand sands, 

The sun hath motes as many; 

The sky is full of stars, and Love 

As full of woes as any: 

Believe me, that do know the elf, 

And make no trial by thyself! 
It is in truth a pretty toy 

For babes to play withal: 

But O, the honies of our youth 

Are oft our age’s gall: 

Self-proof in time will make thee know 

He was a prophet told thee so: 
A prophet that, Cassandra-like, 

Tells truth without belief; 

For headstrong Youth will run his race, 

Although his goal be grief: – 

Love’s Martyr, when his heat is past, 

Proves Care’s Confessor at the last.