Most Treasured, Oldest Friend
Sometimes you are beautiful and I can see wisdom in your eyes beyond your years.
Sometimes you disgust me and nothing you could say would deign to tempt my ears.
I have been known to smile and frown and lean on you and dote upon you greatly,
and, alas, I also confess to forgetting you and neglecting you too much lately,
but it is not the first time I have left you willy nilly in my kicked up party dust
and if we are honest, and we need to be, it won't be the last time, but I must
begin to consider carefully how to treat you as my most important, most treasured, oldest friend.
I see you no longer bounce back so well from painting, or high writing night's late end
and in ignoring your needs, callously putting my creations first as I so often do
I am damaging myself as much as I am hurting you
So I resolve to try to treat you kinder
If you promise now to be my reminder
That what I see in you is essential indeed
because the mirror says, in fact, that you are me.