Here we go once again with the word-play. More poetry, coming your way. Have a Fantastic Friday one & all.
Art of Company
The poet’s only friends,
Are the words at their disposal.
A dreamer’s friends,
Are the dreams,
That fill their eyes with stars of hope,
That light up their faces,
With smiles fuelled by possibilities.
A visionary’s only friend,
Are visions of efficiency,
For better days and brighter futures.
A drunkard’s best friend,
Is the same ol’ bottle of booze,
That’s been truer to them,
Than all those who wrote them
Even misery loves company,
For what are we,
When there is only I, I and me?