The Best Friend Poem by William Henry Davies

The Best Friend

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Now shall I walk
Or shall I ride?
"Ride", Pleasure said;
"Walk", Joy replied.

Now what shall I --
Stay home or roam?
"Roam", Pleasure said;
And Joy -- "stay home."

Now shall I dance,
Or sit for dreams?
"Sit," answers Joy;
"Dance," Pleasure screams.

Which of ye two
Will kindest be?
Pleasure laughed sweet,
But Joy kissed me.

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Samayra 26 December 2017

This poem is good one I likes it

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William Henry Davies

William Henry Davies

Monmouthshire / Wales
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