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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