The sun and the moon
arises in due time
never together
Yet they never appear at the same time.
Only God knows why.
Of what use is it having friends?
Isn’t it better to just have foes?
My mind still rumbles in dismay.
Day – by – day.
When I remember my past about friends.
I smile but weep bitterly from within.
I’ve had friends and I’ve had friends.
I’ve had foes that even acted as friends
Friends that compete and never completes you.
Friends that look at you to your face to tell you they hate you ironically yet they say; he is my friend.
Friend that streals from you and still gives it back to you as a gift.
Hmm, a friend in need they say is a friend indeed
They tell you they are your friends yet performs the role of a foe.
I had always loved to have foes.
They tends to have a soft heart sometimes and feel sympathy.
Unlike friends whom are originally foes.
I will never forget to write in tears about friends that praises but disgraces me
Does what they call favor yet expect a compensation.
Is that favour? ? ? – just saying.
Lies to your face and still feels normal – Jeez! ! !
Pretends like chameleon – What! ! !
Has enough but still want to steal – so crazy huh?
But guess what?
None of thes moves me a bit.
I just conclude by saying;
I prefer my foes!
Now I know why the sun and the moon never appears at the same time- Eclipse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm sorry about your so called friend, Adetubo. Great poem though. Thanks