Bejeweled Friends
Success is made of dreams in your pocket
No person can ever steal them.
Many, unfortunately, will try
The joy of hurting a close friend?
By not reading them or no mail, suddenly.
Is a sad but to be expected reality.
Not when you are new, oh no!
But unless in a clique or commenting all day?
You are worthless as rotting old hay.
I know who my friends are here.
I hold those jewels, quite dear.
Thank you for adding true value to my life.
3-28-2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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