Company of poems

If 'poetry' could take selfies

I might be the one with most.

if poetry could walk hand in hand

I would have hurt my feet and legs.

if poetry could sing with me

the family's head would be aching.

if poetry could sit and listen

I would have this world's talk.

Only if poetry could return me replies

I wouldn't bother for the friends who don't.

But poetry has a soul in it,

besides it can't give me a physical company like that of a friend's

But it's all a poets needs; a soulful thing

at least far better than people without soul.