4 AM Refuge
It’s the real friends
you can call at 4 AM,
The ones you can always rely on.
Unexpected, unscheduled,
a refuge in the night,
They know who you are and take you in,
No questions, no judgment,
Just you and your beat-up carry-on.
They don’t school you,
Don’t weigh you down
with lessons or lectures.
No need to fear
the cost of late-night confessions,
Real friends shield you,
Hold your fragile moments
with care until dawn.
Yes, they let you struggle,
Wanting you to learn the twists
and turns ahead on the bumpy road.
They push your old car
Before you turn the ignition on.
Some surprises in life will find you;
They hand you map and helmet,
A quiet shield as you go on.