cavil

days get frantic
sometimes I panic
in the cavalcade of care
I cavil over where
or whether silver linings
exist at all
but this holds ever true
I have a friend in you
and when the days
seem too long
when I am weak
and tired
sad and haggard
you are strong
you lift my spirits
dry my tears
and hand me
many, many beers
and together
I become greater
so that later
when the tides turn,
for we all are Fortune's fool,
I can do the same for you