Pins and Needles
I sit here a humble pin cushion
With a high defense and toleration
My friends are pins and needles
From which I keep them found
To me they are bound
Till one day they wonder off
Some to stay forever aloft
My friends are pins and needles
When they wonder some come back
To return to there former sack
Others are lost for years
Before coming back with tears
My friends are pins and needles
Though some never return again
And cease being my humble friend.
When they leave I am left empty.
Though letting them go with curtsy.
My friends are pins and needles.
When they return they cause some pain
Embedding deep into me with forcing strain
Yet once they fit back in all is fine
Till they once again cross that line
My friends are pins and needles.
Wondering off to the word divine
As I remain forever supine.
An interesting take on friends. Well done!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/12/25/the-best-christmas-ever/
sharp.
best regards.
thoughts … many feelings I had as I read this…
you wrote from depth … very well done!
~L
Seems to be an emotional bit. Well expressed!
Love the metaphor here, so true,
… Thanks for stopping by, for the advice, and I agree, I took the horse on another ride… thank you, much appreciated, WS
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i love this one its so true about friends they seem like they come and go and can be a pain at the same time. well written.