My Best Friend

It does not breath

Or bleed

But it’s alive

It’s with me

Wherever I go

Things I find

Sights I’ve seen

Others imagined

It gives me everything

It speaks up for me

Defends me from ….. silence

Knows me like—- no other

Stands up for me

Long after I’m gone

It goes on and on

Left behind one day to tell my story

This kind of friendship is hard to understand

No one knows me like you

These attempts to explain ——Effort to be understood

You were the only 1 that really… heard

Inside this man something… stirred ——-Always and a day My best friend…. Is word

Copyright © 2023 Robert R. Bradley, Jr., LCSW, LSATP, Poetry Dude, Poet Pure, Dru’s Papaw, The Drunken Poet, Poet Junky

BIO: Author, Robert Bradley, Jr., USA / Virginia, residing in Gloucester. He is a licensed Clinical Social Worker and Addiction Therapist for past 30 years. He has Authored 12 books to date as well as appearing g in numerous anthologies and poetry magazines. He enjoys reading, writing poetry and spending time with his Grandson, Dru. He is the owner of “Cut from the same cloth, international select poets”, he spends much of his time with his family , which includes his dogs, Stella Naomi’s d new addition Tara.