my faithful friend with the irregular form
whose hard edges press against my weary fingers
I stroke your horizontal lines
I recline gracefully
on your north east facing slope
I’ve come full-circle
As a youngster
I couldn’t get enough of you
your hold enabling me to thrive and grow
In my twenties, I shunned you
Too busy partying to shoe you in
Now desperate for your sure embrace
the demands of life
strive to keep me from you
Poetry for Dullards 