Helping hand – a poem

I help you climb the highest mountains,
lead you to great, refreshing fountains.
Life isn’t meant to be spent alone.
I will never quit on you, my friend.

To storm and high weather we will
still be together, facing all odds.
We have each other’s backs.
Our resilience shows no cracks.

Overcome we will the arduous,
once more we will be victorious.
If existence where a game,
it would be a multiplayer.

So we have each other,
to face everything they throw
at us in a frenzy of hate.
But we, we know only love.

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