A Friend Indeed

Were I trapped and far away
On a land out in the sea
The most important thing to have
Would be a book, a friend indeed
Though its sentences will never change
Words never will it speak
To me a book will always be a friend
A friend, indeed.
I cannot keep me warm and dry
Nor can it take me home
With it I will never feel
as if I am alone.
I know it cannot hear or see
Nor hold me through the night
Never will it try to stray
Or kick or scream or fight.
I know to all it may not be
The choice that comes to mind
But a book will never ever be
a thing to leave behind
To me
A book will always, always be
a friend
A friend indeed.

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