Secrets

Irene Randall
I want to be happy

My friend said to me

I listened as he said

Been searching since three

Alcoholic father

Tormented teen

Living life in the closet

Trying not to be seen

We met at a time

When life had us down

Lonely and struggling

Trying to fit in our town

Me from my shyness

He from his past

Close friends we became

I hoped it would last

Years later he confided about being gay

Fearful our friendship might end

I told him I've known and then said

You're my friend

I don't care that you're gay

You are who you are

Find peace and be happy

Grab onto your star

Published by Irene Randall

I am a retired artist. I have raised two daughters and now am trying to find new ways to keep life exciting! I have decided to write about my life and thoughts when something cries out to be written down.   View profile

1 Comments

Post a Comment
  • Graylady 2/17/2009

    How sensitive of you. There are many out there who have friends/relatives that are part of the gay community. People are still who they always were, even when we learn of their differences. We should never judge others, but accept them for who are are. Nice poem.

To comment, please sign in to your Yahoo! account, or sign up for a new account.