My Friend; The Handyman

If I had a friend that lived close by

that knew how to fix things and didn’t mind helping

I would make him cake or write a poem for him.

 

I would give him a feast to write Scotland about or

let him use my paints or let him have my tobacco

anytime he liked.  Such is such. 

 

When I lived by lake superior I had a friend

who would come over and if something didn’t work

he would fix it.  He was good and capable. 

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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