Very Best Friend

republished

Feet sore

Shoulder sore

Jumping about on the holes in the land

 

I smile

I’m broken

I feel worried

 

But my Friend is here

Sitting beside me

We are chattering delightedly

 

My very Best Friend

 

No words go between us

The wheels roll over the road

The hum of the engine is all I hear

 

Tired

Broken

I am on my way Home

 

No one but my Friend can cheer me up

My siblings will always be able to get my goat

 

That is why and only why

I come home on a sour note.

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