Making a Friend

 Making a Friend 

I made a friend out of what was there: 
The legs of a table, the arms of a chair, 
A big head of lettuce with two ears of corn, 
The seat of a sofa all tattered and worn, 
The mouth of a pitcher, the tongue of a shoe, 
The teeth of a comb just to help him to chew, 
The face of a clock and the spine of a book, 
The heart of an artichoke too tough to cook, 
The eyes of a tater through which he could see, 
The hands of a clock just for wavin' at me. 
And the fun that we'll have 
And the games that we'll play 
And the secrets we'll share 
And the prayers that we'll pray 
As here close together we sit in the shade - 
Me and this brand-new old friend I just made. 

~ Shel Silverstein