A FriendA Poem by john l smitha seat by the seaOn a bench longside the sea He sways both to and fro And as the cold winds blow He shakes from head to toe With belongings by his feet He stays a fixture on that
seat An empty soul, quite obsolete Each wintery day, a sad repeat Although he is quite visible There is rarely a spared
glance He is only passed on by As he continues with his dance No lack of effort does he
spend As he tells his tale to a
‘friend’ A laugh and humor sometimes
sent And other times, a foul mouth
vent Not quite rags that he wears But here and there, are some
tears Each day is filled with empty
stares Is there no one but his
‘friend’ that cares © 2019 john l smithAuthor's Note
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