David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie
My silver charm waits upon your desire
As I stand and wait patiently for you.
You look at me, through me, as if, as if.
As if you wanted to look younger,
Sleeker, slimmer. You gaze and gaze.
You never talk to me but I look back at you
Without wondering, without comment
And I am truthful; I am your faithful friend.
I cannot lie or be unfaithful but when you
Look at me you are unhappy with what
You see. You are critical and sigh.
I will always be here for you, waiting.
My silver charm just a reflection
Waiting to make your day seem happy.
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