A Man Of Wealth Poem by Naveed Akram

I thank a man on strength of skills and wealth,
His only handsome face was felt above and below
Wherever that man journeyed through,
He encountered my friendship, and me.
Dungeons reject him, dangers turn into safeties
When felt by pain and no regret is thumbed.
My introduction to this alien place exceeds delight,
Rather strongly accepted by my handsome friend
A new home has too weird a facade that I love still
The life in me and in him. He is certainly a guest of strength
And wealth.
Guests normally ride back home, but this one is to stay
And be me.