My Friends
Paper and pen are my very best friends.
They listen when I’m blue.
They don’t talk back or give me flack
but, always let me spew.
Blue or black, it matters not,
the color of my ink.
Even when there’s no reply,
They really make me think.
We’ve been through a lot my friends;
laughter, shame and tears.
Even when I’m at my worst,
You’ve seen me through the years.
Our friendship is a cherished love
I keep within my heart.
Although the years may change us all,
We’ll never, ever part.
Johanne R. Deschamps
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