An Old Friend
By Caleb L
[not published yet]
A golden coat, shiny but faded
Trims of brown to balance nicely,
Containing the smell of trust forever,
Capturing all of history, written like a book.
A worn little neck, thinner than hair,
Strangled in the past, still forgiving,
Originally found far from home,
An ancient artefact, praised as a god.
Countless night and days were spent,
Living in the same old bed,
With the same old people,
In the same old bed.
Making no noise, yet stories of anything,
My past in a nutshell, nothing else survived,
A link to the past, and maybe the future.
With me forever, no matter the damage.