Old Friend

I’ve leaned on you so many times
through fields of vivid green
and stood the peaks of mountains
So humbled in what I’ve seen.
Through years you’ve kept me steady
Straight up, and on my feet…
And, when I felt I couldn’t make it…
You held me fast… so safely in your keep.
I do not know just how old you are…
You were made by loving hands,
For years you’ve kept me steady
My old friend… my cane in hand.
-Antony King 2018