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Twenty?
How many
Do you need?
Do you need?
Fifty? Sixty? Is that enough?
You count friends like a cashier counts coins
You count friends like a cashier counts coins
You jingle them in your pocket to make sure they are still there
You like to sort them by value, put them in neat piles, admire your fabulous collection - oh, how it has grown!
Never mind the dust, chokingly thick, as they sit on your book shelf; you know that underneath the layers of neglect, they will always shine brilliantly at your gaze, won’t they?
submitted for Poets United, Verse First, Fibonacci Poems (mine is in increasing word number/line)
submitted for Poets United, Verse First, Fibonacci Poems (mine is in increasing word number/line)
12 comments:
whole lotta surface connections but not a lot of depth...and when something really goes wrong...who will be there?
Ahh... spot on.
This poem makes a good point. If friends only 'sit on the shelf,' are they friends? And how long will they be around?
I was thinking of books / but few of mine collect dust
nicely crafted
So well said. Sounds like the person prefers quantity to quality:)
I went with books, too, because they do shine back at you from the shelf, reflecting your memories of a good read.
LOL! For the love of money, you gave us a good look. Well done.
I so agree you have hit the nail on the head with this, a poem about collecting friends this is what so many do on FB
I'm forever jingling in my pockets, too, and sometimes use foreign currency......
I enjoyed this read!
Lola, this is a thought-provoking Fib. Love it.
It reminds me of my mother. Lot's of people she called friends, but an inner circle of only one. Herself...
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