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Poetry by James Kavanaugh

Will You Be My Friend?

Will you be my friend?
There are so many reasons why you never should:
I'm sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,
My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give,
I talk about myself when I'm afraid
And often spend a day without anything to say.
    But I will make you laugh
    And love you quite a bit
    And hold you when you're sad.

I cry a little almost every day
Because I'm more caring than the strangers ever know,
And, if at times, I show my tender side
(The soft and warmer part I hide)
I wonder,
    Will you be my friend?

A friend
Who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tie
Will touch the secret place where I am really I,
To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep,
Who will not run away when you find me in the street
Alone and lying mangled by my quota of defeats
But will stop and stay - to tell me of another day
    When I was beautiful.

Will you be my friend?
There are so many reasons why you never should:
Often I'm too serious, seldom predictably the same,
Sometimes cold and distant, probably I'll always change.
I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child.
I brood and pout, my anger can be wild,
    But I will make you laugh
    And love you quite a bit
    And be near when you're afraid.

I shake a little almost every day
Because I'm more frightened than the strangers ever know
And if at times I show my trembling side
(The anxious, fearful part I hide)
I wonder,
    Will you be my friend?

A friend
Who, when I fear your closeness, feels me push away
And stubbornly will stay to share what's left on such a day,
Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,
When there's no concern for me - what I have or haven't done -
And those I've helped and counted on have, oh so deftly, run,
Who, when there's nothing left but me, stripped of charm and subtlety,
Will nonetheless remain.

Will you be my friend?
For no reason that I know
Except I want you so.


Someone Might See Us

We've got to stop laughing like this -
someone might see us
And wonder why we're still giggling
When the whole world is weeping.

We've got to stop laughing like this -
someone might see us
    (Did I tell you
    That you have a clown's face,
    That your ears are too big for your head,
    Poking through your hair
    Like curious children,
    Begging to be nibbled at?)

But we've got to stop laughing like this
With tears in our eyes
    (Which is a nice way for tears to take their leave).
Someone might see us
And wonder why we're still laughing
When the evening news
Only permits an occasional grin.
    (Did I tell you that
    Your bottom lip hangs down
    Like a baby bulldog's,
    That your teeth are crooked
    And I love you?)

But we've got to stop laughing like this
And set some goals
Or be practical
And maybe save the world
Because someone might see us
And wonder why we're laughing
When the bankers look worried
And money's tight
    (Did I tell you that your nose is bent,
    That you have hound's eyes
    And squirrel's cheeks
    And I love you?)