The Real Me.

You took me by my hand

When I was without a friend

And moulted me

In the shape I could best be

You took me over your shoulder

And made me feel ’m a lot stronger.

You had less words

But more to teach in works

The garden of colors you became for me to bloom

 Erasing at all times my gloom

To smile you gave reasons

In all seasons.

That one day I could see Me

Grown to a ‘Better Me- ‘The Real Me’.