Stick To The Game Poem by EDWIN TALLA HONEY

Friendship is full of dregs,

And if my wish could be but real,

then false hearts wont have sound legs,

Till their legs can kip pace with their hearts.



Friends and companions might betray,

And the sky once blue and clear turn grey,

But friend in your heart don't dismay.

For time heals all wounds in a way.



We are all men-in our natures frail,

and many a times dear friend,

your wit and strength might fail,

But like a soldier stick to the game,

your chastity and dignity to tame., , , ,