The Faithful Companion Poem by Shuaib Saifi

Would there were someone who truly loved me,
To ask in my darkest hours how I fare;
Who partook in the depths of my grief and glee,
Whose name with mine I could proudly share.

Alas! Fate denied me that gentle destiny,
Robbing my days of such simple pleasure—
A devotion that wealth cannot buy or see,
Which only a true, faithful heart can measure.

Yet how did I, foolishly, miss the one thing
That never allows me to walk alone?
When the world casts me out, it does gladly sing
A mournful anthem in undertone.
That's Dejection, loving me from the start,
Who rules, even now, as my life's major part.