Three Friends

A sad thing I just realized Is that all my recent verse Has been sad and somewhat dull Maybe even taken a turn for the worse So I will write of three close friends If you think you are one, say THAT’S ME I will say no names, or specific clues And with that, here’s a poem of glee Person number one is a wonder to behold Confidence weights his every breath No stone unturned, no cave unexplored Until nothing but awkwardness is left Person number two is a spirited soul Nature is his muse, his passion He spends most of his day among fluffy clouds He sets his own pace, his own fashion Person number three is linked almost by blood A firecracker full of life, joy and fun She assisted me with assertion -and guts A demon disguised as a cracked out nun So have fun discovering who you may be I know I had fun writing about you Please keep me on track, keep me happy So my poems don’t wind up in the slue 