I have a friend
In my comfortable old sweater
The one that I pull out
When I am really blue.
When my nose is dripping
And head heavy;
Wish the world would stop talking
And just let me be.
In those moments of misery
I seek comfort in those old arms
So worn at the elbows, a couple of buttons misplaced
No great shakes to look at
But my very best friend.
No opinions to give, no judgements passed
Just a silent hug that lets me know it cares.