To A New Friend Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Now everything is cool.
We're at that stage
when trust, respect feel sure.
We sense a link in struggle,
pain and hope.
As we engage
things fall in place,
we think in sync.
But some day
I am going to let you down
and then you'll feel betrayed.
I'll be too late. I'll fib,
put myself first.
You'll see a frown.
Will I then be
the focus of your hate?
As best I can
I pledge you truth
and vow to you,
within fair limits,
to be near.
Least friendly
I will need you most.
Hear now:
I'm fallible. I'm flawed.
Be brave with me.
Be clear.
Forgive me.
Treasures lie beyond.
I claim I will forgive you
when I feel the same.