Toy

A tree of strength
A helping hand
A guiding light
A silver strand

To help a friend
in need of joy
Love and friendship
is just a toy

To check on in
A duty done
But she will have to
Carry on

A second place
Please take a rest
For you know quite well
That mum knows best

I appreciate the little look
A hand on shoulder
A hand in crook

But really I am not a toy
Not a play thing for some boy
I am not a friend, a place to stay
I am a human being with things to say

I'm sick of poems in the dead of night
When the f*ck will they see the light
No more cares to give away
I'm not a place for your problems to lay.