Treasure Island

Kelley Collins

(04/ 19/1968 / Dallas)

Winds Of Change


The winds of change have blown,
never more to walk alone
we've traveled many a darkened, rough mile;
yet, you my friends make it worth my while
When I need a cheerful friend,
It is your number that I dial,
I listen to your voice as all I can do is smile,
What a blessing you have been to me,
during all the laughter and misery
I am thankful for such a friend so true,
God granted me a wish and it was you!
Please never doubt, you are the warmth within my heart
Together- Forever, never far apart
While I sleep you remain in my dreams,
When I awaken you are still on my mind, it seems
This love will always remain within me;
even after, my body dies or my spirit becomes free!

Submitted: Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Topic(s): Friendship

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Winds Of Change by Kelley Collins )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. One(1) Classroom, herbert guitang
  2. Archeologist, Dr PJ Raj Kamal
  3. Nasha pyaar ka, binod bastola
  4. The Storyteller, David Lewis Paget
  5. Read yourself, Eleonora Bistrianu
  6. State dictates people to be violent, Pranab K. Chakraborty
  7. Just After Dawn, David Harris
  8. Graveyard, Eleonora Bistrianu
  9. Moments, Eleonora Bistrianu
  10. Stasying the Course, John F. McCullagh

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]