A Friend

A Friend, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

On the quarry rock
For a treasure I do stalk
Pleasing to the eye
Must fit in my front pocket
Not much bigger than a nut
The noon sun shines bright
Twinkles seen as stars at night
Tiny quartz mirrors
Each calls for my attention
One will get my affection
Many I inspect
By their surface I reject
Must provide comfort
While I hold it in my hand
Long future for it is planned
I feel all alone
All I seek is but a stone
That will be my friend
One to always stay with me
No matter the place I’d be

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