When Friends Come Around Poem by Randy McClave

In the wintertime I have no friends at all
No one visits and no one ever does call,
Maybe they are all snowed in
While all waiting for summertime to begin.
But, then only God does know,
Because, we rarely get that much snow.

I see friends and family posting pics
Going out to eat with chopsticks,
Or going to the mall and then going shopping
And going to the movies and never stopping.
But, in their plans I am never invited,
But, if I were I would be so very excited.

In the summertime I now have friends galore
They're always calling me or at my front door,
In my pool they are swimming or on my boat they are cruising
To be with me they are never refusing.
I still wonder why it's always the same time of year,
When friends and family want to come near.

Randy L. McClave