One True Friend

• Mikaylah Willcocks, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2014

There once was a lonely boy
Who had a broken flower,
His biggest dream is to have some friends
But thought he didn’t have the power.

The boy wondered to himself,
“I want a friend …a kind old friend
It seems I’ve looked everywhere
Who will be there to the end?”

He was lonely and always really sad
The poor boy was never the best,
He had none to play with at all
Now all he wanted was some true respect.

In the end he had a true friend
To share and care for all day long,
He was super happy all the time
Because he sang cheerful happy songs.