I wear the gifts of friendship wreathed about my face
all the gifts of friendship, I try to wear with grace
I'm not adorned with gold, no idols fill my space,
just the blessed gifts of friends are all that I embrace.
Their love is held in trinkets small, old cards still displayed,
held within my memory or on the printed page.
Bits of their love dangle on chains about my shades,
all these cherished winsome tokens show me love conveyed.
I am blessed and without want for my world is full
of friends from here, friends from there, even Timbuktu
On each continent I'm bound lured by friendships pull
if you wish to live without want make a friend or two!
*Dedicated to all my friends on Poetry Soup
new and old!