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A Secret Friend

by

Sonja H van Schalm
01/09/2001

When I was a little boy
I used to see you in my dreams
I didn't know who you were

You made me laugh

When I felt alone
I imagined you were with me
we played together
the whole day

You were a good listener
and you always knew what to say
we talked a lot and we had fun

You made me laugh

My parents never understood
why I didn't play with the other boys

They didn't know
that I had YOU to play with

I never told them about you
you were MY secret

Only I could see you
They wouldn't have understood

They would have called you
a product of the overactive imagination
of a lonely little boy

I wasn't lonely
I had you

‘My secret friend’

  
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We’ll meet again
01/10/2001
  

When I was a little boy
I had a secret friend

He guided me through
the insecure years of growing up

When I became a young man
He told me, he had to go
But instead of saying goodbye
He said: "We’ll meet again."

  
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Preparation
01/23/2001
   

The time we weren’t together
Were to prepare me for the day
That we would meet again

THE END