Charles Schmid

Amherst, Mass, USA

Life

I stood on the hill
and asked the great spirit
why am I here
I have seen this world
I have seen how mankind
destroys the earth
Hear me great spirit
there is no place
that mankind respects
he is greedy
his heart only seeks to be rich
he is lower than dung of the earth
He makes war on nature
he kills all things
he cares nothing about the land
he destroys the trees
he kills all things
until death is everywhere
Hear me great spirit
this world is not worth saving
I am tired
let me rest now.

Friendship

is someone who likes you for what you are
a friend is someone
who cares how you feel
a friend is someone
you talk to and they listen
friends are solid gold
A walk in the park
a party where no one laughs at you
a friend is someone
who's there through thick and thin
a friend is someone
who thinks like you do
a friend is solid gold
Friendship
isn't bought, its earned
you can't buy it
its not like a watch
its a feeling of trust
of being at peace
a friend is someone
who doesn't care
what you look like
because you are a person
a friend is solid gold
stay gold.


All poems Copyright © 1997 Charles Schmid. All rights reserved.