My Friends-HIS Lovely Boon!

Tired,I-the lead in HIS play,
Sought escape,tried to split;
Yet I wouldn't go astray,
Guided by all HIS bits.

Pained,the greater I wandered,
The nearer I was to home;
My sole not to be squandered,
Secretly guarded by HIS own.

These bits would fall in place,
Their love curing the loon;
They own the smile on my face,
My friends-HIS lovely boon!