The Blues

Calling, texting, maybe a tweet,
That's what we do to get friends on their feet.
Go to the movies, share a laugh,
Doesn't matter how much time has passed.

Walking, talking, maybe a smile,
Take their thoughts away for a while.
Dinner, dishes, that's what we do,
To help a friend get out of the blues,

So pick up that phone and be that friend,
Who no matter what will be there in the end.
Don't be afraid to show your face,
'Cause we don't know what it's like to be in their place.

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Started writing poems after my father's death in September 2013. I am married with 2 boys, 17 and 14. My oldest son was diagnosed with a tumor and I was looking up poems to cheer him up. I stumbled across a contest on how to cheer up a friend and wrote my poem in less than 15 minutes, "The Blues." Once I started writing it I could not stop. I myself am a finish carpenter who works for a union company. We are currently helping to rebuild Detroit.