Four Corners

Just a bit of visual reflection

When the people all leave four corners is all I see
Painted walls of dismal bliss, staring back at me
Reminding me that once again I am alone at home
That without my friends and there is no chrome

These four corners hang pictures of memories
Some good some bad some forsaken calamities
Yet I know tomorrow will come early once more
Eventually filling four corners with people galore

So alone I may sit for a shortest of time stand
I know soon enough life will extend a hand
Till then I will hang another picture on the wall
Say thanks to my friends and will cherish them all.