Why am I so valuable-you ask.
Cognitive functions, I am incomplete,
Borrowing yours I can defeat.
To lend a helping hand, if you will be so kind,
to the one that is a suffering, the blind.
I value your wit, I value your demonstration of love,
is for me to give thanks, to the Father above.
The child, that always pictures in my mind,
brings me longing, to share in kind.
For us to grow, as children of God,
is my unwavering desire, as we plod.
The innocence I so do miss,
coming from you, I will put on my list.
To lose ones own soul, who will find?
To lose ones own rib, is not far behind.
Take care my friend, my longing for you to be well,
that I may see your face for eternity,
and not in hell.
sj