Secret Treasure
The common remedy for lack of cheer
Is often thought compounded from a blend
Of things that others do to show sincere
Affection for ourselves, whom they call 'Friend'.
Apparently I know my friend is true
When, more than I, he knows my very thought.
For if, by asking, gentle deeds I woo,
Somehow they are no longer "gift", but "bought".
Why should I take some well-wisher to task
When they do not their efforts volunteer,
But arrogantly wait for me to ask,
And by my asking, make my wishes clear?
"What kind of friend am I?", I will protest,
"If for my sake I put them to the test?"