I Cannot Imagine My Life Without

I’ll have given my strength And fingers quake, a collapse And at weary arm’s length, A kind soul, and perhaps— When my legs hold A weight more than can bear, Suddenly, kin’s grip: ivy! Marigold! And gentle worry—soulful care. And lovers pass, and flowers die, And I lament: this Lonely grew She held me in her arms, yet I Through companions, abandon blue. It parts when Lonely dips her head, And bonds that grow do never part; Behold, my champions who help quell my dread: The friends I keep close in my heart.