People know not my pen speaks
At the corner side of the earth
I asked the globe a friend
That will accept me with my faults
And a family to love me
Even when I go astray,
Since I knew where I belong.
I picked up my first friend
He was not accommodating
My second friend charged me what I didn’t have
But I met a bosom friend
Who cared for my pain with his family
And took me to a still water.
You’re a tender home to visit in the spring.
Comments
A poem that covers a lot of ground
I’d like to say that this is a nice piece. The theme does appeal to me.
My suggestion is that you put more in it. You could Add lines that describe the components of the travel implied here.
The ending mostly works now, and would really work even better if the reader has something more to refer to in the body of the piece. I’d give those last two lines their own stanza.