Treasure Island

G.R. Gaus

(April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Trust


Of all that I can remember,
And too many long forgot,
The few that earned their trust,
Never given a second thought.

The one who stands beside,
No matter the danger near,
Backed up against the wall,
The face that’s free of fear.

Of all that I can remember,
Counting fingers on my hand,
The smile of reassurance,
Together we’ll make a stand.

Names are placed upon the list.
Withdrawing one by one,
Is there not, a friend I’ve met?
Before this list’s undone.

Of all that I can remember,
The ones who come to mind,
Family has always been there,
Creating that lasting bind.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 08, 2013

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As you go back over your life and think about, who can you really; really, trust?

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