My Companion Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

My Companion



I have no other friend nor companion
Except this tiny cased stick called Biro
Which teaches me how to do it right
My brain direct the thinking while
He does the move and never give up in every act
Both of us feel happy whenever we are in the act
Of creating the information to educate
Educate the people on which way to go.
I have look forward to appreciate this friend of mine
But never accept my gift in any way
If i give him money, he won't collect
If i offer him food, he would reject it.
How would i appreciate this great fellow
Who inspires and makes me happy at all time?
He follows my order at all time
When i pick him up, he never resist,
If i return him to the bag and call
Immediately, it answers me
What a great friend i have
What a great companion he is?
A friend indeed who never disappoint me during
The rain nor the sun, in the night and day
Except when it energy fails him.
The biro is my great companion, it gives me sense
Of belonging and makes me better person
Better than i was yesterday.

Saturday, September 27, 2014
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