Roann Mendriq

Best Friends© - Poem by Roann Mendriq

When I am wan and weary,
And know not what to do;
I turn to books, my old friends;
They always see me through.

With every page I turn,
In a quiet, happy trance;
I visit distant places,
Without a backward glance.

Contentment fills my soul,
Serene and quite composed;
Silent secrets fill my heart,
Completely undisclosed.

Of cunning plots and clever plans,
Of mystries complicated;
That have me chuckling silently,
Suitably compensated.

Now, how can I be miserable,
Caught within a woeful trap?
With a cup of tea beside me,
And CS Lewis on my lap?

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Best Friends© by Roann Mendriq

  • Mark Dillon (12/23/2013 6:11:00 AM)

    Nothing like getting lost in a good book and a nice drink close at hand, great poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 31, 2016

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