Linked by the heart
chained by the mind I
couldn't make a decision
of the bind that keeps
us together.
Always friends no matter
what we say or do
Always saying what is true.
You've given me a hand
A shoulder to cry on
Been my rock when
I'm on unsteady ground.
You've been by my bedside
never wanting to see me weak
or sick, lonely or' depressed
you've given me comfort when
I needed rest.
Always a friend I'll keep at
my breast forever linked by the heart.
Not chained by my mind
nor my heart be broken
we remind each other
of our binds.
By Casey Keller
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Casey Keller
Hi, I'm a 47 year-old-veteran/photographer/door dash driver/uber driver as well. When I am not doing any of those things I can be found sitting in front of my computer writing books for amazon/vocal. keep your mind busy the body stays young
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