Walking along a lonely path

I am but a lonely child

here on this rough path.

I continue to walk

even though it always seems

my efforts will be useless

For it looks as if

this path continues

on ans on.

Still, I continue to walk,

for I am searching for something

something precious.

I have found many places

on this rocky path

that may have held the "precious thing"

but they have all been filled with disappointment

for it always turns out

that a suspected "precious thing"

is tainted.

So I continue to walk

from place to place

hoping that just maybe

the "precious thing" is nearing closer.

Even if I did find the "precious thing"

I would still have to walk this path

but if I had the "precious thing"

walking it

would be that much easier.

What am I searching for, exactly?

That's easy;

a friend.

A precious friend, to share with me life's ups and downs

this path of life.

A friend who will laugh with me

walk with me

run with me

talk with me.

A friend.

That's what I'm searching for.

a/n so, basically this poem says we all need a friend to help us walk the path of life. Yays~

I hope you enjoyed

Cheers~

~Ahiru~