Friends

 Friends

A moment can be magical, I consent

Mine was magical in a tent

My parents planned a trip that I resent

And oh boy! Did I repent

The tent was by the washroom, so you can imagine the scent

Upset I was to every extent

I was eager to watch the Bears play, so the weekend seemed misspent

My parents knew I was upset but said nothing to augment

Mom came to me and said that she planned the trip for me, so I should act decent

But I could do nothing to better represent

They were all having fun, my sadness was to prevent

I sat down by the river and in the sand was a dent

I poked a finger at it, and saw some gold coin that could make me affluent

You see, you might think the magic part was, it was invisible to every parent

But written on it was “we really miss you”, sorry the coin is a gold foil on a cent

My friends were upset, they said they missed me and I knew what they meant

This thought was worth a million dollar more than the gold that I would have spent

 I knew my friends really cared, and that was my magic of a moment.