My friend

“I get by with a little help from my friends.”

“That’s the story of, that’s the glory of love.”

We haven’t really come so far from the bards of old.  We still remember things best in  song and rhyme and we still revere the songwriters.

And we’re still singing about the same things, so those must be the important ones, right?

Life is about putting one foot in front of another.  Some of us seem to do it better than others.  Some of us make it look effortless and some of us make it look so hard, it’s amazing we even try.

What seems to make it possible, or at least bearable, are the other people.  It doesn’t matter if we are Siamese twins, or disembodied voices, when we are here for each other in the ways that count life is better.

“How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.”