Growing older and possibly wiser, no longer I prize mere things
And collections of junk old or rare are of little importance to me

Tools are means to do work as required, not to treasure and hoard
unused
But the urge to protect is appropriate in regard to good friends like
you

Your grace and your physical presence as yet are unknown to me
But your charm and impressive intelligence as all will agree

You say you feel lonely and friendless, misplaced among people your
age
Remember, beauty takes keen discernment to properly appreciate

Your qualities rare and cherished bring smiles to faces of friends
And doubts will vanish, unmourned, long ere your journey ends

Remember this verse when triumphant, not far in the future at all
Surrounded by friends and admirers, standing happy, proud and tall