How sad the one who only can relate
to just one other any given time
and misses opportunities to sate
desires to augment rhythm, shape, and rhyme.

How woeful those who flit from here to there
and never stay to find the useful chance
of feeling cures that heavy cares repair
and blind uplifting moves that taste romance.

How satisfied the comforter who sees
the worthy attributes of all who come
within the help of easing sore unease
and hope of always good to further plumb.

A reason to be glad of new found friend
is further friendships may yours now transcend.

- Robert Stone, 22 January 2012