I once had a friend; it was not a girl nor was it a boy~
I often wondered why this friend was so close~
When I closed my eyes at night there that friend was~
As I woke of a morning, again my friend was there~
Everywhere I went that friend was so close by~
If this is not a female or a male how is it a friend?
Time went on and there that friend was very near~
Do I imagine that there is a friend there?
Imaginary friends do not speak,
Nor do they fight, grin, laugh at you~
Always there to listen to you~
When you need a true friend to be there’
You can always count on that~
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:Friends of all kinds just stopping by for a short write and to say I miss my P. Corner~~~~