Candid Friend

Oh,the comfort-the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts,nor measure words,
But pouring them all out,just as they are,

Chaff and grain together ,knowing that a faithful hand,
Will take and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping,
And with the breath of kindness blow the rest way,
Friendship needs a certain parallelism of life,
A community of thought,a rivarly of aim,
Give me the avowed,errect and mainly foe,
Firm i can meet perhaps return the blow,
But of all plagues,good heaven,thy wrath can send,
Save me,oh,save me,From the CANDID FRIEND