Cheesy.

This poem is one I wrote in first year of my English Degree, (almost 3 years ago now) about how 3 old friends became reacquainted with me over the course of a holiday to London.

My hands shook that first day. 

I got lost along the way. 

I had things to do and people to meet, 

I had no clue where this would lead. 

I am a first year, 

English Major please, the first frontier.  

My hands shook, 

I was not letting myself off the hook. 

I spoke to no one for weeks, 

I couldn't seem to settle my feet 

I wanted to dig down in the sand

but then someone offered me a hand. 

She said I looked lonely, that

I needed a friend

That someone is me she said, 

Friends to the end. 

We got on just fine, 

she helped me shine. 

Then she moved away 

and things went in dismay. 

I started to scrape by 

I hadn't got friends or any real time

to show people that i wasn't okay 

That is when they showed up and brightened my day.

They said come to London it will be fun, 

we'll board a plane and before we're done, 

you'll feel less alone because we know what you need, 

You needed some friends, We'll help you succeed. 

Now I have four, 

I do not need anymore. 

They make things good, 

when I never could. 

Author's Note

This was written when I was 18 (now 21) please ignore the cheese.

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[J Todd Underhill]

Not that bad at all. I host a poetry podcast at www.facebook.com/coffeewithunderhill if you are interested in listening or submitting.