My Friend
 
 
I am my own best friend and I
Despair the need for more than my
Own steps upon this narrow walk
Around the unrelenting clock
That beating shadow, pushing me
Toward my dimming destiny
And should I ever hesitate
I hear it mock our crueler fate
Your hands to touch, your eyes to see
Your fragrance, taste, and melody
All must be sensed! I cannot block
Sensations in me as you talk
Nor can I to cruel time deny
That I do need you more than I.
 
 
 

 

-by Ahmed Samir