| | To travel with a friend is to travel on a cruise ship, For there will be laughter, music, dance and wine; Yet you still secretly check for life jackets and rafts, And only sleep safe when your swimming is fine.
To travel with a true friend is to travel in a wooden boat, With just a limbless you, him, against the mighty tides; Yet your eyes will close, knowing there can happen only two: His hands will save you, or with you in him he would, fly... | |