Comfort: a poem

There is comfort in numbers,

Some people believe.

The fewer, the better

Is comfort to me.

I don’t like big crowds.

I love being alone.

Some folks prefer to go out.

For me, there’s no place like home.

Give me a good book

Or a big ball of yarn.

I’m bound to get hooked

and I don’t feel alone.

Take me out someplace quiet,

But, don’t make a fuss.

I don’t like surprises.

I don’t ask for much.

Just chat over coffee

or chai latte tea.

Just me and close friends

That’s comfort to me.

DizzyDezzi (c) 2016

Published by Diva

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