SLIDING ALONG

It's hard to share with grown ups, they make too much talk.

SLIDING ALONG  By Tushie  2015

Another thing that bothers me, is the way they always walk,
so very far above me, heads held high in the clouds,
In winter, their coats flap around, like scary black shrouds.

I wouldn't worry about it, not nearly as much as I do,
if someone would just be my friend, how about you?
I've got an imaginary friend, that only I can see,
he says he likes me a lot, because he's a lot like me!

Tushie 2015