Letter To My Friend Poem by Michael McCoy wilson

There is almost nothing a man can not do
What he just needs is to be put through
No one on earth can claim to be perfect
We are all trying to do our extreme finest
As no one is a fountain of knowledge
Everybody strives to do his psyche’s best

To create material comfort in life is easy
What we just need is one good opportunity
Strip one off it makes the other less a friend
And this action marks not the former’s end
If the later claims this as the right thing
Then he has failed in his primary duties

If a brother can betray; say less a friend
But both are different in their usefulness
Dissimilar also, they are, in their uselessness
But we owe a duty to someone far or close
Be he a brother, a friend or a wicked foe