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TO YOU MY DEAR FRIEND

 



Life is more rewarding 

With a friend so inspiring 


Moment by moment, you give me a shoulder to lean on,

Injecting me the energy to carry on


Friends  are great 

But greater are friends we share our madness, meekness and stupendous life together.


Thou life has thrown us stones 

But we used the stones to build a bridge 

Linking our friendship to eternal bond of unity.


The year thought of harming us

But we reside in each other immeasurably love 


What a great friend you have been

Not minding my endless flaws, acting so unseen.


Some moments were so draining

Making me feel so overwhelming 


But with you I overcome without being chagrined 


Friends of your kind was once found in David and Jonathan,

Giving a hand to abort the evil like that of Saul.


TWENTY TWENTY, a wasted year not so plenty  

vouchsafing us reasons to complain in pains so aplenty 


Thou the year may seem hard 

But in you I have had 

ample reasons to have a good heart.


If DEARLY could have been enough to express my feelings so so enough,

I would have said it enough to make you feel happy  enough. 


As we wrapped our hands around each other's neck, 

Listening as the clock tick away this evil year before our eyes,

May we bathe in hope and joy as we cross over to the shores of TWENTY TWENTY  ONE.


To you my great friend, I love you regardless of this distance barricading our sweet union seasoned with love❤


To you my dear friend, SEE you IN 2021


❤❤❤❤


✍🏾 Patrick Ekong

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