Cold, old friends

Cold, old friends


Brother Karl Dobson is showing his age when he talks about his age in this poem.  Maybe he wrote is a few years ago.
Cold, old friends 

Love has its price, and for it
To succeed takes sacrifice.
Friends say it’s a weak link.
Sometimes you can think.
When you don’t stay strong,
And troubles come along,
Then feelings start to fall
Until there is none at all.

My friends are wrong.
On those dark, long nights
I’ll have someone by my side.
I won’t be alone come daylight.
I know there will be a day
When they’ll believe what I say.
I’ll be happily in love when I’m old,
When their lives are getting cold.

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