Mystery Friend


I have a mystery friend
With whom not a lot is said
But there is a kind of love
Between us

He may be from another land
The colour of his skin too
Like the way he speaks may be
Different from mine

He looks younger than me
But unlike I who seldom do
He often wears a hat
As he toes the line

What he does for me is immense
We exchange what is true
We live and let live
May the holy light shine

I have a mystery friend
With whom I may well have bled
But overhead there flies a dove
As we board the bus

Roma, 21 2 2008