Friend Poem by Habib A. Zakari

My friend to me you are a route
The path I count on in mazes of foes
My friend you are eyes in my head's rear
Your sight is my vision where mine sees not
Friend on river life you my Boat
You are the paddle I count on for a gear

In your hands lies my trust
If the intent of its exploit creeps your mind
Ask the counsel of your conscience
If a tear I would ever let you shed
When a chance to hurt you come to my hold
If treasures would be an exchange for you
In a new dawn with new things I could do

Friend think of me as being you
Treat me as a flesh beneath your skin
Friend don't hurt me when all do
Sooth me when others are like pin