I wanted to write this in a poem,
but could get no rhyme nor a rhythm.
So finally broken prose it shall be.
Who cares, cause I doubt anyone will see.
Nonetheless -
When I tell you a test was hard,
I like to hear you thought so too.
Cause if everyone thought the same,
the bell curve would shift left and better we'd do.
But when I tell you my life sux,
Second last thing I want to hear is yours sux too.
No sorry, I'm not that nice, I mean
I'd love for your life to be great,
But I know it's seldom we've got such fate.
It's just that last thing I want to hear
Is how your life is worse... oh dear!
Cause though I'd like to share your grief
empathise with you and say words wise.
I can't when I'm struggling myself.
So give me a minute, maybe more
Listen to me and guide me first.
After that my ears are yours.
But if I don't listen I'm sorry
deaf I must be but blind I'm not.
Just give me a sign
and let me know.
Your Friend.
Eugene remembered @ 5:35 PM
