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Friday, April 15, 2011

I'm Nothing Without My Friends

Lovely neighbors as friends at the away place,
who toss newspapers that I forget,
it confuses the burglars who linger around,
and they’d water the plants in the ground
if I asked, plus they’ll stash a delivery,
yet they don’t come uninvited, not yet.

Make-believe friends at the home place.
It’s a country club, you know.
Not really my slice
but the architecture’s nice,
and strolling to dinner
beats a DUI every time, for sure.

Fabulous friends in my causes,
In my hobbies, really close buds.
We screen movies, talk books,
read poems, compare cooks,
paint and take hikes, and
march with pride in parades.

Too many friends are gone now,
some dead, others simply away.
There’s one monk in an abbey,
whose courage I envy,
and I mention her often,
usually once every day.

If it were not for friends,
there would be no me.
Everything about me is
a reflection of them, I am sure,
life would go on, no way as pure,
but my profile would be nothing to see.

1 comment:

  1. Friends of all kinds in here. You really are a kind character, and it comes out in your poems. I'm so glad you visited my blog so I could get to know you better, espec. since my posts on PA are so infrequent... Thanks, Dan! Amy BL