For My Friend - A Poem

When nothing was done,
Who was there left to do it?
T'was you and me, my friend.
But now, you struggle,
In pain, recovering.

As best they could,
They repaired you,
But you're not the same.
I've been there, too,
My friend.

It's hard and harsh
the frigid frustration felt,
You may never return
But know you are loved,
admired and respected.

I believe you will make it,
I have faith; you're stubborn.
You're a lot like me, my friend.
Everyone asks will you make it?
What kind of question is that?

I don't know the answer.
Neither do you.
So, I say all I can,
It is contained in hope,
And answer to our prayers.
How better can anyone respond?