Helping Hands Are Helpful. Poem by Dyllan Martin

Dear friend,

Thank-you for all the times we shared,
You helped me through,
When alone and scared,
I was,

Told me you'd always be here for me,
When I needed someone,
To talk to,

For letting me into your life,

For sticking by me,
No matter what your mother thinks of me,

For saving my life,

For opening my eyes,
To things other than bebo,
Like foamy,

For being awsome,
Cool,
Stupendiously Awsomely Awsome,

For making me not such a loner,

For listening to my advice,
When you talked bout girls,
Which is funny,
Since I am one,

For letting me on your mac,
Though I will never own one,
As mother-dearest won't let me,

And most of all,
Hanging with me though I'm the worst friend in the world,
And for that,
I know,
I can definately call you my friend,
Friend,