Wednesday, September 24, 2014

My Friends



My Friends

Comfortable,
Old shoe stuff,
Nothing ruffles them,
Nothing!
Tell them something bizarre,
OK, half smile,
They ask a bizarre question back,
You both smile,
You don’t have to work at “friends”,
Friends find themselves,
Whenever you doubt yourself,
Whenever you are in that crowd,
Who is my friend?
Find a table away from the crowd,
Sit there by yourself,
WHOEVER,
And, again I say,
WHOEVER,
Comes to sit by you,
Is your friend!

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 24, 2014

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